Desperate,
Entertain me they whisper
It's not a heartache,
I know of those.
And the lights went out,
and my eyes were closed,
and the blink went away as the second hand moved slowly
The lights were bright again,
they blinded me.
With painful realization of its existance inside me
filled the air like smoke,
leave a trace in everything they touched
And I was touched, forever
Changed to never be the same again.
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