Befriend.
May I befriend you?
A thought flashed.
A thought flashed without my lips forming its position.
Not ready to be conveyed,
but clearly projected.
I have heard of how it was supposed to sound,
and look like.
Through the forms of symbols, at least.
It
popped out from my subconscious self within,
most fresh, when a smell was incorporated with sunshine...
I searched for my scattered dialogues.
I found you.
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