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To the naked eye
an ordinary man
to the street passer by
he was holding my hand
to his parents
well they loved him
not intimately
to his own self he was confident
not overly

to me he was the light
the only way forth
my inner strength
my south
my north
a beautiful person
both in and out
my every day dream
my lasting shout
sex on a stick
was how I felt
for my one and only
my second self

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