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Out of Place
 
I am the Sunflower to your Rose patch
the Mushroom to your green Lawn
the Apple to your Orange juice
the Trout to your Swan

I feel so out of place
in the painting of your life
standing out like an ink blot
against the snow white of your page

I am the Cube to your Square
the Thorn to your Briar
almost one and the same
but never truly there.

I used to belong here
held a little piece of your heart
but a year has passed and so it seems
we've grown further apart.

By m.winterstarv

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