Unknown Others
they are not part of your world;
people just like you,
breathing.
the best friends you will never meet,
the worst enemies that you do not clash with,
the dreamy lovers you wish you had;
they might as well be buried corpses,
not breathing.
some are in serious need
some are better off
some are somebody
to somebody else.
anonymously
every
single
day
strangers are we all.
unknown others;
our filtering...
it kills them.
poem by Chris Jelens
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