High on the arch of his raised eyebrow
the curioslty of a man from God
He has never seen a night so long
as to discover the crying face of the moon
The music plays at a steep level
and the sound of one broken heart
whistling
softly mimicking the wind he's feeling on the front of his grin
walking the very straight lining down the front of his suit jacket
a curiosity of its own
and
a
riddle
to find
this man
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Submission Name: nineteen
