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Misfits

There are many people alone in the crowd

They can have a conversation

With nothing to say

There is a world of misfits

With all their colours on display

But so many of us are colour blind

In the noisy city streets

A busker plays his guitar

The sound echoes through the indifference

I struggle to be heard

Am I listening?

I feel like I’m hidden

Am I watching?

© Kate Kent 2012

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