The honesty with which I write
can only be attributed
to one woman.
She made a “poet” out of me –
gave me the confidence
to pursue this craft
I gave her friendship by reciprocal trade
hoping it may pass as a given.
I’m still writing with the same (attempts at) honesty
And (so) she is NOT my friend.
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