She turns
as easily as a flower
does, towards the sun
as an eager reader
turning the pages
of their favourite book
as leaf on a branch
in a gust of wind.
She changes
like the seasons
adapting to whichever
situation suits her best
Being with certain others
and ignoring the rest.
She's your closest friend
the person you fear most
she has your secrets
in her lap
ready to spill
in one easy move.
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