Stranger's Night

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Stranger steps from train,
His name desperately whispered.
Still-life’s of war and love
Dancing in his eyes, so dark.
Beautiful, small lies never touch
Perfect lips on perfect night.
Stories of blood dancing
Around the firesides.
I so naïve, he remarkably subtle and romantic...
Delight comes with love, and beneath the moon,
Cold hands belong to sick body.
“Don’t let me die,” he sighs...





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