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Mar 2020
I've grown accustomed to this light
Now, in the distance, a breaking of bread
I've known my place in this line
But still I wander out of turn

I fade into the grey surroundings
The shadow of my presence leaves the scene
I'll stay outside by the streetlight
There is nothing in there for me
Written by
Hayley McInnes
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