The Stranger

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One of many, nothing special. He fled


his family to find his voice, toiled hard


for freedom. Having lost himself 


in the concrete jungle, he found 


himself unhappy in isolation.


Moods of cloud hold a lid on his sky.


At great risk our hunter, radically changed


closes in on human kindness.


Confronting granite like anyone


keen glows the eye of our hero


whenever his goal feels near.


Have mercy.

 

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