On Friendship
It's a small love
Like if I saw you at the post office, I'd wave
And we'd help each other carry our groceries
And share them kindly with one another
Especially on Sundays when all the shops are closed
And we planned clumsily the days before
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It's such a soft love
Like when I cry, you hand me hankerchiefs
When I'm tired, you cover me with your blanket
It's inconvenient to spend time with me when I'm sad
But you do it well
You manage my discomforts
You know what freaks me out
I know most of your weaknesses
I still like breathing your air just for the thrill of it, though
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Our friendship has quite an appetite
I like it when you breathe
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It's very much a strong love
And it's got teeth
Although I do most of the talking
Just a human understanding of you
Is that allowed at all