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in my friend's eyes (rondeau)

In my friend's eyes I can see stars

of pain masked by going to bars.

She used to write music and sing

songs to crushes that owed her rings.

Now, cries driving home in her car.

She never lets herself get far

from two homes, surrendered to dark

prayers— to a God that isn't King

in my friend's eyes.

Therapy to heal trauma's scars

sometimes replaced by smoked cigars,

slowly finding the joy life brings—

God's taking her under his wings!

Days too hard, unaware we are

in my friend's eyes.

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