Him.
No words.
No pictures.
No hints.
No gestures.
But his face popped in my mind.
Just the mere thought of him.
And my insides go crazy.
The way he smiles.
His laugh.
Him.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
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Him.
No words.
No pictures.
No hints.
No gestures.
But his face popped in my mind.
Just the mere thought of him.
And my insides go crazy.
The way he smiles.
His laugh.
Him.
