Best Friend.

Location

When the only person

You can run to

Is not

A person at all.

Speaking

To the toilet

After one too many

Bites.

Painting yourself

In crimson

To punish your

Imperfections.

Because nobody will meet

The criteria set

When we

Who follow these laws

So intently

Do not even make them

Ourselves.

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