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

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