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 Jun 10 Valentina
Hall
I found him late;
beautiful voice,
handsome face,
every sound I ever wanted
already sung.

He seemed kind.
Alive.

Then I read the ending.
So young.
So long ago.

And I just sat there,
stupid,
like it still mattered.
if you can guess who this is about you win a cookie
Sorry doesn't change a thing

what's broken
remains broken.
Why don't the heart and mind
speak the same language?

Is it because-

the mind matures
and
the heart remains a child?

— The End —