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by jotadavida

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-10-19 19:49:00

Parent message is 45816
Cries for a stranger
Who lies there in the dark gathering
The doom of love across the growing shadows
Dying by his own hand
You had to stop it or die trying
He dies
A stranger
You now know nothing
But what a dead stranger knows
Better to be alive and known
By your own hand you swore
The fuel of nature makes us men and strangers
To all our women
lovers