Outcast

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Her long, pale tunic quietly blew in the wind,
As a whisper in a noisy room goes unnoticed,
Her mind spun in wide circles as her thoughts wandered,
Like wisps of smoke rising into the vast night sky,
Eyes all around stared, unforgiving,
Lions fiercly watching their helpless prey,
Their talking buzzed in her ears,
The gnats on a warm summer day,
Her mind spun, wheeling, wheeling, wheeling,
"Why me?" joined the whispers of the wind.....





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