he was the riddle i couldn't answer,
the puzzle i couldn't solve
he was someone i couldn't place
who didn't belong with the mundane
he was a book with blank pages
ink spilling from all sides
who bled with every word
while i moaned with every touch
we were a volatile heterogeneous mixture
our atoms pushed and pulled each other
DNA strands ripped apart by lust
and came together like covalent bonds
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PoetryA collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]
