He is mad, he is mad
but I will sit with his
brilliance. Words march
to a solitary hum, enlivened
with the evident thump of
a heart that feels deeply -
and a mind that soars
incessantly with life's
most inherent guise.
Not just a spy but more then that -
a thrill seeking spectator of
the soul, bold, coasting
untouchable emotions,
penetrating love's devotion.
So I shall stay one extra night .
indi can go in my back pocket 









i am shocked to the bloody core 


He has been my teacher for two years and I am so glad for him.
PLUS, TA DA... he is very funny.
Your poem is splendid and true. 




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