For you

50 plastic green soldiers lined up for the 5 o'clock trainWith newspaper prints blowing stories of pain.You are you when your heart fluttersA second so quickA quiet voice of a stranger deep within the thickA stranger looking back through the mirrors of nineWith an untold storyWith an ending so sublimeListen to silence in the middle of the nightThe quiet of the quiet in darkness delightThe mirrorless stranger with no voice no wordsAwaits your acknowledgement with patience and cures.C
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