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Displaced

It doesn't always happen when you'd expect it,

in the quiet hours when no one else is home.

 

It comes when I'm in the presence of my dearest friends, however new,

and suddenly, I look around me and see no one but strangers.

 

To my right I see the group I am a part of, but I don't fit in...

to my left the ones with whom I fit, but do not belong.

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Dec 10, 2011
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Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011

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