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For a Dear Friend - Nov. 6, 2022

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 6, 2022
  • 1 min read

she’s inside

battling guilt and shame

from the sister

who keeps sending

reinforcements


and won’t look up

or unlock the door

for love to enter

to help with the fight


all my friend and I

can do is tap hard

on the window


our soft weapons raised


aimed directly at her

 
 
 

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