To be strange.A Poem by Patricia Posada sadness. Typical man. A stranger cries...You sympathize. Your lover cries... Your attention dies. A stranger bleeds... You cover the wound. Your lover bleeds... With anger, you are consumed. The stranger dies... You mourn the loss. Your lover dies... You are the loss. How she wishes to be strange.
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Added on May 5, 2010 Last Updated on May 5, 2010 Author
Patricia PosadaChicago, ILAboutI am a 24 year old woman, from a suburb of the great city of Chicago. I write for fun, for expression...I've been doing so since I was a child. My favorite poet is Emily Dickenson more..Writing
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