My friend is a large man, a behemoth
Lurking in shadows of certain nightmares:
His woman mocks him sometimes, she calls him stupid.
I do not eat enough? He buys breakfast.
My mind sends itself to shambles? Like god
He makes salvation fit into a thin wafer.
He is a creator, a moonshiner;
His mason jar is like absent lovers:
You can pay for it, but it's better if you don't.
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