Finding a niche, where it is I belong. Like things left behind, stuff that wouldn't fit. Hidden from sight, not for protection, not out of shame, but useless like a candy wrapper blown by the breeze. Fade and break down like it was designed to do. It would be worth something if it had been protected especially a wrapper without a bar code.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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