the kindest man i felt i knew
...and if all i have is this now, then it's the one thing that i never knew... i may never know who you truly are but could you spare me a moment of thought, even feeling to possibly wonder if you know, under your skin, who i am, or so the mystery proves... elusive...distant, removed. (but yes, I'll die trying, fractured light, the sun soaked, walking to the end of the earth, proved.. just as i tried, and died again wholeheartedly, with, and amongst, the unspoken of you) the kindest man, i felt so deeply, i knew. bowen hart roselli 6 december 2020 ringwald love
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