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Stranger, you are nondescript.

Your hands are shapeless, and your

mouth moves in tongues I do not

understand. Little soldier, plodding on

and on through anonymity while the

moon coos to the sun, long and slow.

Stranger, your heart is void because

I cannot see it, cannot pierce your empty

silhouette. Your head spins, eyes rolling

away over the earth’s curves, gentle

hip housing your sight. Open your

empty ears and listen, tiny portrait.

Stranger, crisp apple, voice floating

idly by, bite your tongue; bite it

until you can hear me, lonely stranger.



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Aug. 8, 2013 at 10:08 am
I absolutely adore this
 
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