Strangers Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Strangers



I never put my poems
into another's palms.
I was afraid of falling in love
with someone that could harm
my soul.
That's why
I never learned how to make love properly,
in beds, like ordinary people.
I only make love
on empty streets,
to the strangers that pass me by.

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