A Stranger I Know
When I look in your eyes, I fear I will catch fire, burn up
and become a pile of ashes at your feet.
With every glance I am exposed,
wishing to hide.
I've known your voice since birth,
riding in the back of the Chevy on the way to Riverside.
Watching the adults attempt to live
while walking in shackles.
We have seen eye to eye
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