Who is the
perfect confidant?
Someone who
knows when to propose
a soft détente – who undergoes
with you those
journeys of the heart
for which you
think you yearn
without
exactly taking part? Somebody
who has such a
preternaturally fine
assignment of
wise sensibilities that he
or she can
tease you into seeing
more than you’d
been able
quite to see
before?
Perhaps.
But when the
day grows late,
I think I’d rather have a playmate..
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