He sees the world through gas and flames.
His knees parallel to the ground.
Hands clasped like parentheses,
Embracing his fate.
Smoke covers the moon and hides the stars,
As the rain continued its bleak fall.
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LITTLE TALKS 
With time, I have found myself lost in deep contemplation over different pieces of writing – of late it has been yours (I find the words echo harmoniously with what I feel).
I enjoyed this (not to say I did not enjoy the others, I did – in fact I think I mentioned to term it enjoyment would be unfair and unjust to what I feel).
Thank you for this, it truly means a lot to me.