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this is from a story i am writing

He came in looking
Wanting to flip through the pages
I remember the surprise
When he realised they were only two
He settled for the mould
And the mould loved him

Love he did not know
The mould was his only familiar
So I held back on loving him
He reigned free, moulding the jungle
I never thought to ask
If he thought I was home
Where he will lay his head

He got tired of the mould
Got on his horse
He kept wandering
He never looked back
Slowly, the mould decays

I can’t help but wonder
Had I taught him how to love
Would he have stayed home