printed: F.U.C.K. Poetry Venture #009

	No Particular Order  

	unknown likeness in the distance
	mutual spirit close to heart
	never ending friendly surprise
	daily routine repressed the spark

        curiosity, maybe even destiny?
        always meant to be, in one form or another
        one with true concern
        silently provoking, such a tease

        never met, already known
        content with eternal comfort
        to find the solace of you
        kindred hate if nothing else

        four. that mean something to me.