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Thank god my best friend is sane.

She is a goddess of green, and she always

watches my back,

and she never says my name in disgust,

thank god my best friend is beautiful.



Last night,

these girls made me feel like

I was back in high school with someone who hated me,

like I was the darkest skin and it was 1960,

fuck this scene it ain't my scene

and I need to smoke me a bowl.



Thank GOD my best friend is my best friend!

This is not even a poem because words fail my gratitude.

I had never known a friend like her,

who understands me,

who can walk with the hallucinations through the fields of

berkeley,

and then after spend 3 hours talking about how it felt.

She alone made it a good experience for me,

even when i was out of control and scared,

i always knew she was there.

She was the rock in the river,

she wrote a essay that could change the world,

to quote, "all of my memories felt more like tangible possessions that i was taking a physical vacation from.

I left the plain where they existed and journeyed elsewhere".

and part of us remains there,

forever, unafraid of life.

Love, let me watch your movies,

let me write you poems in envelopes,

let me look forward to our christmas trips

around the globe.

Thank god, I never want to possess you,

I want you to go to your college and call me when you can,

I will rarely write of you here,

except days like today when I truly know what you are.

Goddess, forever,

both of us.

Thank God I have someone, and it is her.

I can stay alive off the land,

and this green, and her voice which is sharing the same,

and the knowledge that I am strong, subtle, beautiful,

and would never change for someone

with a handle,

a dick,

with long shiny blonde hair,

a small waist,

a beautiful face,

or words that try to tell me who I should be.

No,

I know, and I am.