36-My Best Friend
My best friend is a mess
Put neatly together
Looking so pristine
Wearing the dress of silk and sin
Naive, innocent girl
But a woman of few words
Her voice only for those
Who listen
So focused
Never to be disturbed
Made of porcelain
Seems too fragile to touch
Here I am
With my porcelain friend
In my hand
Never to let her fall
I promise
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