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Published on 18th October 2018

Mr. Love, 

I do not know if we shall meet again

Around you I feel nervous, 


something annoyed. 

You don't ask. you do encourage. 

you're thin and frail of body,

strong and firm in spirit. 

I somehow like the unease I feel near you

we speak of your dis-ease,

it consumes your body and soul. 

so off to portland you go

to heal

and yet

we met

what will thing become? 

why do we so connect?

towards what we are drawn? 

and why? 

when, when

shall I see



what other chapters could we have?