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My Friend


My Friend,

 

I hold your face

with gentle hands,

gazing into

your soulful eyes.

 

I take your wrists

and kiss the red

and branded skin;

a careful breath escapes.

 

My throat cannot vocalize

the things I wish to say,

but may my presence declare

 the things my mouth cannot.

 

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