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Tiger.Autumn

My Stranger

I love a stranger,
Someone without a name.
I never got to meet them,
But I love them just the same.
I never got to kiss their face, they are someone I was never able to hold.
They didn’t get to live here in this place, and they will never grow old.
I carried them beneath my heart,
Which makes sense to me.
Because in my heart,
That is where they will forever be

6/14/18