Stranger
I saw him casually walk by
a perfectly perfect stranger
His arrogant nose stuck up in the sk
His face plagued my mind
His words played again in my head
No magic spell could I find
Nothing special in what he said
Almost as though the word has gone wrong
a perfectly perfect stranger
Shouldn't stir feelings this strong
Butterflies flut-ter-ing
Heart Stut-te-ring
Is my heart a sick joke
(Can you be so cruel, Fate?)
My emotions mimic smoke
A perfectly perfect stranger
I here contemplate
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