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he would be the one
that wanders at night

wondering deep thoughts

poets, theory, the magic of the world
flows within him

and words and wonders crowd
his beautiful mind

making him frown at me
when i smile
trying to catch his eye

if i could say one thing (i'd
say:)

'tell me one idea that you have
and i'll make you mine forever'
 
 

(just be sure to wreck my mind
and re-build it, tear down every brick

and smash the mold
 
 

show me your truth
 

and i'll show you mine   )
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

gift  <   >  nothing yet (end)

poetic ^