How two souls should meet by accident,
there is a coffee shop around them,
and bars of wood between them,
one broken by love, the other hardened by the same emotion,
but forever a life time of texts to be sent back and forth,
to Dorian,
un homme,
un ami.
I remember the first time i saw you,
you had on a red dress, your eyes where blacker than they are now,
and your time for me was short, but your eyes gave time,
and your oil slick hair of dark nights to come,
since then you have thrown plates,
and tantrums,
but i still sit waiting,
for the day you reply,
and i shall respond,
why?
The devil of my own hell i am not,
as this would imply fearing god,
And i fear god no more than a devilled egg fears mayonnaise.
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