Golden

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A golden haze in summer.

A warm home in the rain.

With him I feel safe.
With him I do not fear.

But

When I am alone:

The bushes burn.
The roof leaks
and I am afraid.

Does he know?
I am not to be trusted.

I am not worthy but
He is a mirror.

He deserves more.
He doesn't deserve it.

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