My Friend

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I have a friend
who believes promises
too easily, too gently

But I don’t want to
watch my back
she says

Betrayed, scratching
clawing, falling
down again and again

She gets back up
every time
I wish I had her faith

A storm is coming
My chest constricts
No trust, no promises, no peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

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