i am not your fair-weather-friend; I am your hurricane-across-the-sea,
tornado-touching-down, everything's-on-fire-friend,
i am not going to leave, just because of a little water;
i am not made of tissue paper or flower petals, let me be your umbrella;
and i will hold the rain inside my palms, until the sun comes out -
i will let the doves build nests in my hair if it makes you smile;
i will weave my bones into a raft, until the tide is low enough to walk
i will let the storm brew into my chest as long as it takes
for the clouds to break, and the sun to shine again;
i will be here if you want to wait out the storm with me.
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