A stranger passes on the other side
He does not notice me
I notice him and turn away
We pass each other
The end.
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(Poem by Frank Wang)
Stranger
Stranger to me
Stranger to you
When life means nothing
Are you really living
When you live to die
And love has no virtue
Are you alive
When death does not phase you
And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart
Have you a soul
Neither sun nor moon
Or burning wound
You are a still a stranger to me
And I am a stranger to you
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