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hello, old friend

someone i once knew 

whose love i could see blind

whose heart i could see trying 

its best to find 

you among those who you can 

and ill find myself again

alone with the stars 

that illuminate the sands 

of time

before you and i 

even tried 

if God saw us he would laugh 

not weeping & not sad 

shame came from within 

an internal conviction 

based on sheer superstition 

yours would say i suppose

id say i know

these thoughts

are plants grown by a bad seed 

that were never yours 

but yet, you heed

& with that

truly, i set you free.