sycophants

Old pal

I once told you
about me…
I shared
my muse
and my inner-self….
If you continue
to turn it
back on to me,
like a wedge,
I will be forced
to forget you.
It is the worst thing
I can think to do;
as the alternative,
of assault,
seems unlike me…
and risky.
You know my wonts
and they were shared
on secret
and in the trust
of an old
friendship.
Let that be
where
we
are…
Buddy.

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