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An Open Friend


I know your fears,

And sense you tears,

I know your dreams,

And sense your smile gleam.

 

Although you share with me

What others will not see,

I am silenced by your brushing hand,

And from speaking I am banned.

 

Although this is my time to speak

I will not say a peep.

Your secrets are safe with me,

For I am your dearest diary.

 
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