Crossing Lines

I talk to you
You know
What I say.  I call
You listen
To the background
Noise of my existence
Persistent friend who
Knows, tries, is
There being
Accepting of 
All I am, what
I do, how I

Attuned to the 
Manners of my
Mind and life,
Inspite of my
Unpeeling you never
Cast up
In my face, neither
Condemn nor

This poem is
In praise of
A friend.  You tread
Dark ground with me
And I am glad.
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