By Multi-Verse Poet
Trust whispers to you like a lock on a page,
The stool you sit on when your legs are weary,
An unbreakable hedge for invaders of all trades,
That silent friend that lights you up when you are teary.
Trust opens up back doors to your own personal book,
Your story unveiled to a trusty, old friend,
Unlocks passages for your old, weary soul to mend.
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