Three days ago I met the man that may be my father.
Things we have in common: all the same books, quiet sentimentality, a roughened romanticism, a ridiculous bob dylan obsession, the same all-time-favorite-movie, same eyes, same brow, same mouth.
Within our first conversation we were finishing each other's sentences
and we have scars in the same places.
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