Stranger

It's a Strange place we live in,
and Stranger still the folk
that dwell here....

Equally Strange that you and I,
should choose to be counted
among that number....

Yet the Strange is our essence,
as much a part of us
as our skin....

Your Strange is what is you,
your invisible beauty
transfixes....

My Strange is dark and winged,
feathered by the love
of you....


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