Poem on Stranger

Strangers on a Street

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Hey stranger, is it only me or you felt it too?
Another hollow shell on running shoes

We could’ve been two enjoying any view
But we were dull faces in our moody blues

We could’ve read our stories through
And in time maybe let a new arc brew

Hell, we could’ve been like Chris and pooh
But our paths crossed and we had no clue

Hey stranger, is it only me or you felt it too?
We could’ve been each other’s “Precious few”


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