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Stranded
You who are stranded in unsuitable places,
your qualities scorned as
weeds,
that you are noble is noticed
by angels in blasted windows
and
passersby, you are noticed
by more than leaves in the wind,
noticed and
awaited where
you have already been
in dreams. Go there in your good
time,
put your memories one by one away.
In your most difficult
hours
as your skin abandons you
and no one seems familiar
you are
watched in the darkest corner
and approved. Ancient comrades see
you toil
among these strangers
who claim to know you, see
you summon virtues only
they suspect
who fear you and become enemies
while avowing love.
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