To me you are a puzzle,
A picture incomplete
Infuriating and obscured
Yet tantalizing too
And with every minute puzzle piece
That falls into its place
The fragmented puzzle of my soul
Feels ever more complete
My friend's observation that you can never truly figure people out.
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