"Me too."
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| The Man | |||||||||||
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| By Kenny Young | |||||||||||
| Last night I dreamt of the man, as well, who's trapped by past in tweaking hell, who builds his walls as not to tell and he wrapped his arms around me. | |||||||||||
| I was walking out the door you see, he came to say farewell to me. | |||||||||||
| He held me from behind and rested his chin upon my shoulder. | |||||||||||
| I, in irrational, indignant departure, paused at the threshold to this house and dropped my bags and anger, | |||||||||||
| �lifted my hand to cup his cheek | |||||||||||
| �and whispered from my heart "I miss you". | |||||||||||
| From depths of years and tears and loss and rage the man replied "Me too." |
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