Aidan Cost - Stranger.

Tell me your story young chestnut brown,
I've never seen your face, you must be new in town,
What do these darkened ridges on your hands mean?
Normally i cant keep a conversation but you seem so keen.
Explain to me the honeyed tone in your voice,
I understand this absent minded beauty isn't of choice.
Does your stomach feel a-flutter,
alike a fly of butter,
Well I must bid you good day, its a shame this must end,
maybe this time tomorrow i can call you 'friend'?
Walk your path down the evergreen,
most interesting soul i ever have seen,
maybe when you pass a another time, you,
Your journey away will accommodate for two?

Aidan Cost

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