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Familiar Stranger
I sense again a nearing stranger
a frequent visitor, I, alas, don't know.
So learned is he that he knows me
and best attacks when filter's low.
Much absorbed in self he is, yet
enjoys my ungainly tons of grief.
And grief is an odd companion
as it excites grief upon grief
in times it consumes one most.
He must be rather close by now.
