I bounce along the edges, skimming the sides, I dance around the truth, only seeing the lies. I cannot see the big picture, I am too close to the paint. I oversee the outcome, because I'm in a daze. Everyone tells me "can't you see?" but my eyes are too focused on the detail, to be. I stare at the ceiling, the door, and the tile. My mind is in a wander, rehearsing the guile. I cannot seem to decipher what who is in front of me, my attention is too focused on the buttons of his blazer.
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