there's a certain time of life
you need a certain kind of friend--
one who speaks your language.
it's not about the words or
nuances, inflections or tone.
it's someone who speaks the dialect
of your heart and your history.
it's imperative that they be fluent
in the traumas of your childhood,
and can hear the needy places in your soul.
for them, your laughter needs no interpretation,
and your tears no explanation.
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