My friend

Wet cheeks rub against my wet soul,
Perfume scuffles up my rose red nose,
My head locks against slight small shoulders,
As she held me tight so she’d be calm,
To know a friend loves as she does,
Shedding tears that drop and fall on to my clothes,
Damp is the mist, the dew, the night outside my window,
And damp is my heart to see her cry,
To encounter life-long love in a moment,
Keeping her close all the while.

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