to a fault

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My fingers itch to write about you, how my eyes saw you that first time, but my mind and head and heart and fingers are splayed in directions showing me words which I think would hardly suffice. You are a man, who like a movie scene, I saw unfurling in front of me. I didn't see you anywhere, you could be possibly have been passionate enough to sit down, but all the same, I was thankful I got to see you. If not for this place, you were stuck up in, I would've never got the chance to have a glimpse of you. I remember you as you were. Your hair looked so soft, a dark brown colour, the colour of soil when it is wet by rain drops. The colour of your shirt was black, so black, your light brown arms, thickly corded beckoned to me. Your fingers were a blur, running the keyboard keys and I was captivated with how simple it looked. When you were anything, but simple.

Your hard jaws were dotted with stubble and your ears were of the elfin kind, perky but cute. Your eyebrows were in a dashing neat line above your dark eyes, that were wrapped with a set of dark eyelashes. Your wrist watch was latched on to your left wrist and the time by your watch was 5:30 p.m. Your eyes perused my medical report on the computer screen. You looked...neutral. I wasn't patient enough. I wanted you to look me. In the eyes. And I wanted to know if you were it...

darkness and something

vile; broody and black eyed; aah!

but weren't you some kind...?

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