Paper trust.
It was just between us.
Pouring the inside out
without an
Without the pressure of
It was neutral territory.
It could always handle
my weight.
Completely welcoming.
A bright white space
that seemed to sing,
‘Tell me anything.’
She was a friend to me,
Open, full of possibility
and witnessing
my breadth.
She was a friend to me.

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