| Stranger Dark stranger, the outsider, doing time. You don't belong, no matter who you get in with. On your pointed face, you bear as scars the stripes and weals of the lash. No one has discovered what lies beneath the battered front lines, not even you. You're running blind and scared, crashing barriers without regard to who they are, but still held back. You've danced motionless as danger's partner, just this side of oblivious to envious glass-eyed stares. An excellent swimmer, you're drowning. You carry wariness with defiance, the two painted in smoky swirls on your wiry frame. PamFriedEhli/1990 Since 1-20-03 Back to Camp & Rapid City Back to Miscellaneous Page Back to Home Page |
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