Strangers Confess

I walked past a mirrored window

and wondered if the outside world

had become an interrogation room for strangers,

those still brave enough to take walks

and confess in steps

like their direction could tell you more

than any combination of words ever could.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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