Dear Stranger

Eugene OR

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I don’t think he reads these. I’m surely just dropping fragments of my heart in poetic form for strangers to pick up and marvel at, the jagged edges argue pain but opalescent depth in yellow and pink lets love shine through a commodity, for sure A poem set in code for just one to read left in a place he doesn’t know i wonder how many posts you, Dear Stranger, will have to read before you find the last piece the shard that pricks your finger and lets your red ink mingle with mine our hearts forever intertwined By the simple nature of finding things that aren’t yours but aren’t mine either. maybe they are meant for you after all