[Something Scarce]

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Society of grey where life
is sustained, no misconceptions
in this paradise of the same.

 

She was a drifter with a vague expression,
emitting an otherworldly streak,
the folk’s anger was fear
but the crisis was mine.

 

I wish I could save you from the judgment.
Shield what makes her so foreign.
A gutless foil left to admire.

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