Confidant

There was a man that spoke in sonnets

A language native to my yearning ear

We shared our secrets in permanent ink

And laughed at trivial reality.

 

There was a man that spoke in fragments

Broken language here and there

He talked and talked as I listened

And silently loved him in my dreams.

 

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