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Strangers
How strange it'll be to be a stranger, once again, In my own home, my single bed, After having been away, nearly a fortnight of Italian days,
So closely, affectionately, intimately together with you That sleeping, tonight, awakening, at dawn, alone, Might be destiny's reality check putting my psyche on notice,
Telling me, compellingly, that sharing, with another soul, Emotions I've never expressed to anyone, in my whole span, Face to face, eye to eye, thigh to thigh, age to age,
Is the best way I can satisfy God's behest, to mankind, That we take mates, unite for life, early or late, Strangers, no more, to the strangers born with our names.
08/17/10 - (4)
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