Thursday, July 28, 2016

Gotcha

He laughs because he sees me cross a line. I see the line, too, I know where my foot is. I have a good assumption you do, too, but I don't know what cards to play. Any word could be met with a simple no, this is too complicated to discuss. No, I think the better thing would be to trick you. Guile you into some scenario, when I can let loose the lights and cameras, as it were, and capture a moment for all to see. Or, at least, for me. To know that, yes, I cross a line to meet you somewhere, that we even switch places, and it is the world that's crazy and not me.

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