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Roots

The boy who never came

we met once at the rooftop of that place

long hair - a beautiful man.

Every time we connected

we disconnected

each time we wanted to meet

to make love

we never did get to it

god only knows why we never could

get to meet again

in a room with a bed

like we wanted to

maybe it knew

from how you looked

surrounded by brothers

fresh out of and into life

if we had kissed you would have fallen

hard, too hard into the life of an artist

who could only keep muses

or keep at surviving.