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She takes when she gives.
Friendship does that,
does a change.
Sometimes, there is a reckoning
with one's self,
and then with the world.
Sometimes,
all the cards are shown,
pretended not to be read.
In the night,
her face silhouette
sleeps in sync
with my arm on her waist,
with her face on my pillow,
the streetlight from my window
giving and taking
something then,
I cannot see.
And we breathe together.
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