THE GREATEST! May he rest in peace. — kenne
Your jeans fit perfectly on your long legs. As usual you are unshaven, still you are beautiful. I’m surprised that I notice, I rarely see you anymore. Lingering by the duck pond you pull a packet of crumbs from your back pocket. Feathered creatures rush up as though they have always known you. Lately when we meet it is without passion. My mind wanders to other men I’ve known,, where they are, what became of them. You are pure, trusting, so naive it frightens me. Other lovers pass by, they don’t speak. He is distracted, she has the eyes of a woman who loves but is far away.
Jeff Beck RIP (238)
Becoming is Superior to Being 
RIP
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Thank you Kenne!
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