that's the thing
a year had passed
and i'm still hoping
for love to save me
and if i'm hoping
for love to save me
will i ever be
for it is no different
than the tightrope walk
i used to perform with him
just this time
it's in another circus
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
