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What a feat
to find
someone
who doesn’t hide
in letters and yellow air.
I crouched
under time and pity,
I found you
only by reflection. Not the face
forgotten in a decade,
but the lullaby
forever in my mind.
Present song.
A ghazal of the purest love.
I digress, I stumble on my path to you, Theo. Where mud comes with money, and money with resentment. Still, I’m yours,
lovingly.
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