POETRY, UNTITLED

Kevin laughs, his deep chuckle lifting the spirit of the room. His face has a softness even when it comes to rest, as if he lacks the inner bitterness of the others gathered here tonight. He knows who he is and he’s comfortable with himself. He’s perhaps the only man in I’ve ever known that could look in a mirror of truth and only see his own reflection

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