love gets clearer
on the blurry days
ours grew even fainter
til i can draw the lines no more
constellations won't suffice
for they too have tried
then i realized
i took the stars with me
on my tomfoolery
that you can't connect the dots
when there are no dots at all
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
