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Oct 2016
he was a quiet enigma,
one i yearned to decode.
and i called him a mystery;
no clues that countless keys hold.
i sought to solve the questions
which my curious heart begged,
and one day i discovered them all
when he finally led me by the hand.

so i found my main lead.
and i found the answer in him.
mister-y. mystery.

that feeling when you're curious about someone whom you find interesting.

5/13 of the Pocketry Series!
Lunar
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Lunar  25/seaside soul
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