yet feeling so sound
lost in a deep crowd
waiting to be found
you have the face
that lights up the place
i return that gaze,
we cheat the maze
-end of poem
one day, he will come.
when everything's blurry and shitty,
his face is all you need to get out of the hell hole.
game over.
also, Six Flags. :)
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