thank you, I’m so quiet but sure I’m a-
live or I sense you have seen me holding
my eyes you are pale with stage presence un-
der contrast, you know? (arms out) no feeling?
passion is like a yellow road sign in
the night. too drunk with all prolific-ness
It wasn’t about you couldn’t have been
all distraction, I’m sorry to just sit
thank you for being here. lip-syncing go
ahead, broken traffic light, I know this
street or stanza full with blackout windows
look around (try to) outside the present
you’re welcome, connecting the white lines
car headlights face me, fix this old lie
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