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Oct 2016
We are strangers now,
Well strangers again;
My life is empty of you my friend.
Back to where we once started.
You pass me by like a ghost,
Out of everything it hurts the most.

It was meant to be a new life:
But this is not the one I wanted,
For now; I am haunted.
Every call, every message,
I hope to see your name there.
Now though I wonder if you even care

Do you wander too?
Through these streets alone.
Do you feel deserted in your own home?
Are you kept up at night,
By dreams of what’s passed.
Wonder of how long the pain can last.

We are strangers now,
But only by choice.
Yet oh how I yearn for this strangers voice.
Tasman Suitor
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Tasman Suitor  Melbourne, Australia
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