FRIENDS
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I
have a friend
Dwelling
inside me
She
is sweet
Yet
knows
When
to be harsh
And
hard
I
don’t listen to her at all
When
she is like that
I
almost hate her then
I
hear her chuckle
When
salt clogs my throat
She
is so unkind
Though
in the stretched summer days
Or
long dark winter nights
She
speaks in fragrance
She is a friend in need
I am a shadow of her
Posted for Gabriella’s prompt Friends @ Poetry Jam