A Man Made of Me

I met a man made of paper. The ink didn’t matter once the rain fell.

I met a man made of rock. Held on so tight my body turned to pulp.

I met a man made of meat. It was impossible to preserve him.

I met a man made of gold. He never worshipped back.

I met a man made of smoke. He disappeared.

I met a man made of me. We never separated.

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