Stranger

I don’t want to disturb

Your perfect life

Your perfect wife

I don’t want to destroy

Your beautiful sight

Your beautiful light

I don’t want to kill

Your fountain of youth

Your fountain of growth

Because who am I to you?

Maybe a stranger

Who’s writing a poem for you

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