Slipping away
from the light
and shadows
away
by the sidelines
away,
from cardboard lives
that seem strangely
offensive (to me)
all posing as apostrophise
with clear, common insight
at first glace
but they are not quite inside,
all bored with their
contemporary deflated
blurred lives,
they make me
want to go
outside myself
to escape them!
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