he was telling me
warning me
he told me
not to touch
because nothing is gentle enough
the man
he said
he knew everything and even knew that i did not know
anything
like the seed
inside the fruit of a plant that has not yet flowered
i do not
fear
the cold, the cold fears me
i am
the lover
of the man who knew it all, then understood
nothing is worth knowing.
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