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I live on the right side of the wall.

I never fit in.

the mechanical eye watches me from the sky.

it has a machine arm.

the arm picks me up.

 

"you are not supposed to be here."

 

"I was born here."

 

"you are not supposed to be here."

 

"where do i belong?"

 

"here."

 

the arm sets me down on the other side.

I live on the left side of the wall for maybe a year.

I like it here but I miss my home.

I want to go back.

 

"Machine, I want to go back"

 

"Why?"

 

"i don't belong here."

 

"But you lived here for a year."

 

the machine eye peers at me.

 

"I wasn't born here,"

I continue,

"I don't look like anyone here."

 

"But you do feel like everyone here?"

 

"I think I used to."

 

The arm picks me up.

 

"maybe you can be on the wall."

 

"I don't want to be on the wall,

I want to go home"

 

"where is your home?"