I walk
Your way
You stray
Fine lines
Narrow roads
Rocks fray
Can’t you see I’m not your kind?
Can’t you see you’re not alive?
What do you want?
I’m not really lost
You keep pushing me
But I don’t fit in your box
I wash away
Drowning in your wake
Outtakes
Can’t you see I’m not your kind?
Can’t you see you’re not alive?
~Jennifer Rapier-Milne
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