Trust.

Your touch,
Felt
Alien
On my skin.
Your words foreign,
But i let you in.
I told you secrets,
So few know,
The reason my strength
Grows.
There was no pity,
no expectation,
Or revelation.
No pressure, we spoke at
Leisure,
of unfair hands, and dishonest truths.
We channel surfed,
As we laughed.

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