I've never had a friend who didn't hurt me,
I'm told that's just the price of getting close
I've never had a friend to not desert me,
it's always been the thing I hated most
I've never had a friend who crosses over
that line so far away and growing thin
I've never had a friend that I could count on
—whose words meant all to me but not to him
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2018)
‘Comments From A Homeless Man In Las Vegas'
August,2017
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