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I've found that it's not by being quiet
For they'd notice you then
It's by uttering certain statements
I'm fine
I'm good
Nothing much
This bouquet of beige phrases
That get caught by the wind
Blown away in a haze
But to those that they catch on
Who may search for the source
They’ll only ever glimpse you
In the corner of their eye
For to them
You'll never be in focus
They'll see your face fractured
Like a photograph
In a broken picture frame
Nothing quite as it really is
About the Creator
Sarah O'Grady
I like to play with words to escape reality. Or maybe to try and make sense of it.
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