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Him

Him

I once supplicated to the Supreme for him

Him being the mirror of my soul

The depth of my devotion

And the sanity of an untamed heart I once possessed

Spending hours on pathways of rubble and wood chips

learning the stories of how he came to be

Milking the passion from his eyes and

the innocence of his witty tongue

his delicate motions moved me

I unlock my neck to see the sky

And inhale the smoke streams of love I was deprived

I once supplicated to the Lord for Him

And look what’s happened to Gods blessing

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