how does it make sense
when you step back
out of you for a second
see him and don’t ignore the thought
rapid return and two stories unfold
one on the same side of the table
once heard saying he was
favorite writer or something
yet never a free moment for the friend
he is not trying to accomplish anything
and probably doing a good job at that
seen both of the faces
not even sure if it is known…
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