Blindspot

I float along the drift of this case where I met one guy while decorating the lights for a place I’d never been before it was time to see the people dance with wolves in the long night alone. Then the light shone over his shoulder twice before not seeing me sitting next to someone on the balcony making conversation with a girl who once hated my face is red from thoughts in my head about you in the arms of my care and innocence lost forever.

Do you feel it too?
I see you.
Vibrating
at my speed.

Making my way out of town.
I hope you get to know me before then.
The best thing about me is the people I know.

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