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Blind eye blue
There once was a time when words rang true.
Back when life required less to connect as
love was abundant and superstitious.
Two eye blue;
Three eye black;
Walking on.
Looking past.
Blue eye blue.
Dust to dust.
You aye you.
Meet me in a world before awkwardness existed.
Ascend quaint comfort and not have to pretend;
Look within to restore this new depth of leisurely refreshment;
Repose in relief; Succor amenity.
A new reason to start again.
Watching drones repeat the actions of the next.
Styrofoam generation.
Make my day.
One hundred thousand words at the reach of my disposal.
Then here you are, refusing my proposal.