I know you would throw things:
pieces of a puzzle,
or open-ended questions.
of which, it's all on you,
to have the end of the searches.
The strings you played,
the rings you gave me to,
the doubts you raised,
the seek you're running into,
I admire you for that
and to the stories you're dying to tell,
you have my respect for all of them.
Mks, 18sept2018
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