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Friendly Strangers

January 30, 2012
By Jordan Rosengrant SILVER, Council, Idaho
Jordan Rosengrant SILVER, Council, Idaho
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Friendly Strangers,
In the middle of the night.
The stars spark the cigarette
That burns right through the sheets.
My lungs
My soul.

Tearing apart my ribcage
Bone by bone.
Each snap a pleasant dream.

The icy pond I fall.
Splashing
Scratching
Screaming.

Each drop of blood
Just another dream.
Reality close at hand
Above the tree tops I stand.

It’s the smoke crawling down my throat
Home in my chest.
But it’s alright.
We’re just some friendly strangers.


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