The
shackle of friendship
that keeps me
from the
fleeting pleasures
of anonymity —
living
in another city,
free of constraints,
an open schedule
with no strings attached —
becomes
a velvety,
warm corduroy
embrace
like those
pants when fall hits,
comforting
every movement.
When
the constant ties
that connect my heart
to yours
become
the freedom,
the strength
that I had looked for
all along.
Datsy 
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