The stranger
we see in each other's eyes
is crying out,
to all those
who might care to stop and hear,
all the confessions
that to make we fear,
to all those
who might want to try to feel,
all the pain we've bottled up inside,
all the hope that's so unclear.
The stranger
we feel in each other's hearts
is lonely,
and only wanting to share
things protected in love
that can't be touched by the world.
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