Kind stranger

She was a kind stranger, I had never met anything of the kind, or anyone stranger…

To some she was lazy, and a coward… To me she was bravery and power.

To me she was sweet, so some she was sour…

She she told me she didn’t care about them, or me, she said she was only there to smell the flowers…

So some she was a freak, to me she was so unique

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