Ambiguity
Stranger of the StrangerStranger of the StrangerStranger of the Stranger
We were all strangers once.
Strangers with cold lips And frigid stares. Conversation was only heated By the burning of some cigarettes. Comfort and warmth were a little out of wear. Dismal introductions caught into nets, Of all the deceit and trickery, That could’ve befallen our quaint little mockery.
Designs were carved so skillfully Of each and every emotion we chose to show. Nothing ever died in this deadly Eden
And nothing would ever grow.
When we talked, We danced in plain sight of the other. &n
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