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I have been secretly drifting away
from the savage, tamed land
of life-made-miserable, liveable, safe
in high hopes on this floating enterprise
for I have bartered my past away.

I'll live different,
the gravel within the grain;
the world will spit me out against the grave
a castaway.

"Here lies a life lived through the seams
of a patchwork tailored for drifting,
floating, acquired through a trade
of many days not worth mentioning."
We're only strays.