• March 23, 2021, 12:30 p.m.
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It turns out
a decade and more
are still not enough
to know you as a whole.

I can still see the beauty in your soul,
hear the gentleness in your voice.
I can even imagine your warm embrace.

you (seem to) shield the rest of you
while feeding me bread crumbs
which I hungrily grab
but none seem to complete
these missing puzzle pieces
inside your vast frame.

Nothing fits,
and I don’t like unfinished games or businesses.

I know you
but also don’t.
Which side of you is true?
For now, I’m pondering alone…


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