Sta.sh
Oh poor boy follower of lunar lights.
Girl with a cruiser boat, lover of colors.
Boy of squiggles, girl of acts.
Love makes way for two, leaving none lost in blue.
Twenty-Five loves none but One.
They say they were like indivisible monomials.
Wherein those that proceed could never match their connection.
All go through pain but few change for better.
Man of '0 ten wishes to start again.
Overtaken by insecurity, misunderstanding unstable matters.
A remarkable man, unique with a charm.
He was your doctor but I am your man, as he watched and whispered:
"In front of an audience or behind closed doors: i am a therapist, the
rapist of your mind and emotion used to repair you."
-Alan Mondragon,
Nov.22.2011.
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