How are you still a stranger?
A laugh of each decibel to each person;
A crime worse then any murder or arson—
A victim accused, confined to a corner.
Memory warders bleed me out.
Out I leave, my words bled and flesh cut!
My love at what price?
Is it only your deception and lies?
How are you still a stranger?
Knowing my silenced roars
And my mind’s countless red doors,
Why are you still a stranger?-RJ
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