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Strangers / A Journal of Sorts / 2.11.16

I fall in hope with strangers, 

it happens everywhere that I go.

I fall in hope with strangers,

Who smile and never will know.

I fall in hope with strangers,

Who are kind to strangers too.

I fall in hope with strangers,

Ones flashing a passing smile at you

I fall in hope with strangers,

Who never look up from their books.

I fall in hope with strangers,

Heads resting in elbow crooks.

I fall in hope with strangers,

Making small talk on the train.

I fall in hope with strangers,

Who go walking out in the rain.

I fall in hope with strangers,

Belting out songs in passing cars.

I fall in hope with strangers,

As they walk and hum a few bars.

I fall in hope with strangers,

And some I think of still.

I fall in hope with strangers,

And I think that I always will.

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