I weave my secrets into your fine threads,
covering them beyond detection.
Allowing me the freedom of expression
without the vulnerability of exposure,
You accompany my walks in solitude,
offering refuge from the encounters
I would never seek to face.
When human consolation turns its back,
I fill you up with my uncertainty
Insecurity may touch you,
but would never find a place
I am beyond the point of gratitude
to truly express the value,
that I place upon you, in my life.
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