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Do Not Belong

by April Ardis Anderson
Enter stooped and casual strolling
Falling out but not quite in
Grace the palace with the presence
Years of berate, mock, and taunt.

All eyes bit and burned
From beneath thick well-combed locks
Cold shoulders manifested fast
Contorted, ugly, too bold.

Feelings intertwined and mixed
Beat nauseously pounding dead blood
Nerves perked walking an edge
Shy eyes, big ears, dumb hands.

Exit shiver and misunderstood
Foully plummets once assured status
Weak color of spirit held high
Heart breaks, mind fails, dreams die.

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