Backgrounds
Who do I know?
Do I tell more than I hear?
Am I weaker than the rest?
When was the last time
I knew something no one else did?
I suppose I'm nothing special.
I guess I'm only here for decoration.
I'm just part of the background.
The background behind two
star-crossed lovers.
But I never get to be
What I so often will see.
No one notices the background...
Me.
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