Stranger
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January 13, 2011 – 6:10 pm
She knew their secrets
could name each one
as they laughed
and made their “jokes”
not once realizing
that truth would astound
and the things they held close
and hid under the skin
weren’t fiction
or so far away
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I love this poem. It seems fitting to a number of conversations I've been in lately….