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Nov 2020
I met a stranger last night,
His gentle voice brought me delight

A heart of gold with a smiling face,
He spoke with a mighty grace

His words - a delicately-crafted art,
Tender & elegant, at once entered my heart

He spoke as though I was his own,
Though in reality, I'm hardly known

What was the last time someone consoled me?
When did someone extend an arm to hold me?
Written by
Joker  23/M
(23/M)   
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     Carrie Crusoe
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