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5 - 10 - 00
11:45pm
Standing in the back, I watch the game
Hidden in a crowd I bear less shame
Eyes wonder past, but seldom stop
Using them all as some kind of prop
In a group singularity is deluded
For me to stand out it would become polluted
Surface tension holds back my mind
Hoping this will make them blind
Locking drifting eyes is a regretful mistake
Questions arise, and they will partake
Ask away, and I may retreat
Don't take it personal...I savor no defeat