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Thursday, February 11, 2016

The Stranger

There is a darkness in his eyes, but they draw me in
Everything about him; his smile, his hair, his skin
A fire burns through my soul as he looks into my eyes
And as the rain comes down from the darkened skies
He passes by without a sound, but I hear the thunder roar
And suddenly without a sign, he is there no more.

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