Just like how good people come around
With kindness and sunset yellowness
He was a sequel that was behind of things
Or under, or above
He wasn't a fit but a curious unknown that riddles in a tongue of peace
He said he moved his family somewhere in desert
And he was framing his other half
How a rabbit would do
He said it himself
He sparred in an interrupting nostalgia
Forking oddly the dark haired girl curly
He said it himself
While filling the bookshelves with dust and horsed civility
I miss him too
He used a language that I couldn't recognize
Just to make fun of me, or just to see how my response would be
Drinking the dim strength to hold
And he sent his photograph
Drunken red eye I remember
Like a writer would be
This shames the continuum if you think about it
Bringing heaven into earth, below its surface
He was down on land on curfew...
He was right from the beginning
The smartest, the direct shooter
Engaging in the talks of contracting the female power
With his expertise
He had a way of nakedness, not with his expressive ways in particular
But the power of mines that exist in gold
Just as mine
Tearing with softness
And inconsideration...his work was honorable
Despite of changes that he wanted to apply
Smart capitalist harvesting what a sore excellence
Would mean as paradise
He was homesick ...wearing his own fading curves as a curse
Graying the whip on my back
I still bleed gray, and I can't stop till I find red..
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