it was close, and i christened you keeper of my sanity.
even when others - faced with consequence -
turned away; clicked off; left me alone.
the journey out seemed long and impossible;
then you called-
then you appeared -
with phantom tea and cookies and no complaints;
just friendly staff;
and wiped away the toys and tears
with soft talk and loud music.
it must not always be as easy as you make it seem!
how heavy your head must be, you awesome prince of prose...
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