The Man Who Was Walking Ahead Of Me

These poems,
I don't know where they come from,
I don't know who they are for,
or if they are for anyone.
Perhaps they are just wild musings with no aim,
Or perhaps they will touch someone,
heal someone,
or take that pain out of them
like a surgery without hands.
Just tools that you can see and feel,
but never touch.

- Adam Oakley

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