Strangers Poem by Graham Wolfe

Strangers



As much as enjoying obervating
Strangers is, listening to them
Conversing is terribly to harsh
For my ears to consist of
MY numbing feelings
If only i could live life
with all the music i could ever enjoy playing in my head
While i watched the strangers chat on mute

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Graham Wolfe

Graham Wolfe

garrettsville, ohio
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