Pouring my heart out to you,
what is my business being here?
are you nosy or just...
curious or just....
confused hoping to find some kind of...
an answer of a S O R T
Reading me like a book...
like my reflection is so clear,
out of the abundance of the heart...
the mouth....S P E A K S
So what is my abundance I wonder...prey what is yours..
do tell..
in due time I shall know too...
I shall read something you wrote,
quite indeed about you,
and see the life,
of the person I never quite...
knew...
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