bright lights blind eyes,
these citylights are dangerous,
identity forgotten,
facades fading,
fuck, where am i?
danger drops,
vodka shots spilling on the bar,
head spinning.
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sonder
Poetry70 days of summer 70 poems of sonder (might also include a photo i took on the day of writing the poem)
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bright lights blind eyes,
these citylights are dangerous,
identity forgotten,
facades fading,
fuck, where am i?
danger drops,
vodka shots spilling on the bar,
head spinning.
