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stranger [poem]

love is a stranger that doesn’t shop where I work
love is too busy to go out to a used book store
on a random Tuesday
love is probably unaware of my existence
love is a man with a heart three sizes too big
but still maybe too full for me right now
love is tired of sleeping in a bed as empty as mine
love is eventually going to say hello
but for now
love is still a stranger

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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