Who is he?
Who is he, the man i saw,
the one on your arm, your hands, your mouth,
the one who has taken what was not mine,
no, not mine, but ours, what we had,
Is it worth it?
It can't be,
It shouldn't be,
I have devised a plan for proof,
Madly I assembled these haphazard words,
Who alone had no meaning,
Like stars outside a cluster,
Like a sun without a planet,
Like a planet with no moon,
So you have condemned me, unfairly,
By such an unworthy foe,
A foe with a face but no substance,
Hold him to the flame and he will burn,
Hold me and the dross will continue to fall,
I'm not complete and without you I never will be,
A process halted,
For a process that never began,
A foolish venture,
To be realized when someone else reveals me as I am,
As gold, to be coveted and clung to,
When you get stuck with stone.
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