Deeper in his shed of secrecy
and poetry
Poetry written in his very own hand
I could barely stand
Sonnets and coupling sets poured out in front of me like a buried treasure.
For once, it wasn’t rocket science
The pain and love, like a memoir telling the stories of his life that I had never known.

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