Past LivesA Poem by Astray_in_the_wrinkle_of_paper_people
She wept along time ago
for this stranger... this crazy episodic villain of a modern day cowboy his heat radiated like a pulsing light of confidence he carried himself proudly but with an aura of the unknown a dangerous mysterious serious enigma of a manly mind she kept to herself and avoided the eyes she kept him guessing until the very end, and he often loved to guess She wept a long long time ago for this stranger... this helplessly recognizable ghost this addiction to identifiable odds this modern man of the hunt
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