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Strangers we are,
when we are born.
Strangers still,
when our lives are worn.
Stranger
Posted on 11/22/2018 at 11:51AM
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I am a stranger, to myself.
I suppose that I will always be.
For I know not the answers,
About this, so called reverie.
Help me understand, what's happening to me,
For this moment; time will be set free.
