i can't help but find myself love-sick-stoned
every other time i blink my eyes,
wiping away the film from last night
and opening windows of opportunity
i peep at through camera obscuras,
but no amount of underdog championing
can convince me to reign on the silver screen
that we meet on in my technicolor dreams
but hope sneaks up on my ankles
and stays steadfast, hoping to cling to
the remnants of my naivete
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