My hands and a hundred things I want to say are reaching out to you, but I have been swallowed by the space you kept and by the agony I preach.
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The Joke
I was hoping you could give me the desires you boxed away on the shelter we call friendship. Preserve your identity someplace else, and show me those other masks you used to wear before your “self-proclaim guru life” took over. I need the other you, so we can have a proper get together with the noisemaker I once knew.

