There is this boy
Living like me
Like this girl
In this giant world
I don't know much of him
He knows not much of me
He propels my curiosity
I marvel at the existence of his mystery
The fortuity of his greatness excitingly unexplored
An endless barrage of thoughts of possibilities
A weighted pining to discover what is embedded
Or what is on the surface
Anything
A tiny dose
Will satisfy
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