I want to be your shoulder
More than just a sack of ribs and bones
And not your spine, to hold you up
or your elbow, to fall back on
But I want to be your shoulder
Your support
Kin to the softness of the dip in your neck
But hard enough to bear the weight of
the world when it saddles itself
on your back
I want to remove the daggers naysayers
chuck at your front and sides
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