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by Jane Eliza

Created on: October 31, 2008

Fringe Dweller.

I am a fringe dweller.
I sit aside
I watch and observe
this world is distant from me
my view is from afar
do you see me?
does anyone see me
sitting here, watchful?

here then beyond the beauty is the calm
here then beyond the success is the satisfaction
here then beyond the popularity is the certainty

that i am a fringe dweller in this world.
On this land I build my life.

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