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Dec 2015
some friends are friends
at their convenience
   if bothered
they disappear
   but...
feeling needy
   they're like a moth
                      to flame
being pulled into the light
  of comaraderie
until the heat
becomes unbearable
and you're left alone
   with a shell
of what once was
   and hoping
for what may be.
with myself
i can depend on honesty
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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