Strangers Poem by Lia Talbot
Strangers
Living off cigarettes and red wine
Never caring for emotions
Worshipping a stranger's body
As they violate mine
Music screaming in my ears
Holding back a moan
I choke, and it becomes a sob
My eyes burn as he leaves
And I go out and find
Another stranger to worship
Another song to listen to
Another packet of cigarettes
And another bottle of wine.
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8/28/2026 10:02:10 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
and you will be sad again...thats truth of now a days relationships