Close (poem, anecdote)
A close friend / she makes me smile / makes me happy for a while.
Run in front and stay fast / because your convictions held steadfast/ and even though it meant you’re swifter / I was glad when you went past.
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See AllIt's been a while since I posted a poem. So much irritation subdued in frustration. The creative bell rings less often when these distractions soften the blows to vibration and stifled timing. Here I
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