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Dec 2011
The air is tense
Something is wrong
I'm the intruder
I've jumped the fence

Their backs all turned
Their faces hidden
The place is cloudy with noise
But some how well litten

Why do I feel out of place
What is the difference here
Searching and feeling
I'm stuffed with fear

Mysterious faces
No that's not it
My breath shortens to my paces
As I realize what it is

I'm not different in color or race
Just something worth while
Because everyone except me
Has on a smile
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