Swamp Secrets
i never want your help.
although, at times, i need it.
i don't accept reality
but i do understand it.
walking the swamps
in the middle of august,
i took rest on a spray painted rock.
you followed my lead
with your hands on my knees
as we watched the sun set over the dock.
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