
by
Ash Ochoa Poetry
Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, Chicago, Photography
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We are strangers, you and I.
Two people only aware
of one another's existence.
Yet I am desperate to tell you
my most awful secrets...
My most shameful
silent sufferings.
Would you like to hear them?
Would you like to help me
carry my burdens?





Taken in my car through frosted glass.



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