Friendship Poem #2
My soul is naked with you, all the beauty and the ugly
I keep still with you, I breathe freely
I spill my hates, vicious fire, meanness, and idiocy
Then they are lost, evanescent on your air of loyalty
You understand, you see me underneath
I dare to be myself without fear, I need no sheath
June 6, 2024
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