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For too long have I kept silent...
30 09 2020  

My Old Friend

In my blind spot
you were lurking
In the shade of my pain
you were thriving

My old friend

You are back
and kicking
and in my mouth
words are putting

There isn't much I need
There isn't much I fear
There isn't much I give
When with you my heart is

In the interstices of my thoughts
You lie
In the in-betweenness of my hopes
You lie
In the truth of my obliterated lies
You lie

My old friend
I've missed your smile