I saw spots before my eyes.
They flew the above the road
like snowflakes on the wind.
The spindle legs blurred them.
Awkward leaps of fear caught us.
We almost touched
and the white dots
made me feel young again.
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I saw spots before my eyes.
They flew the above the road
like snowflakes on the wind.
The spindle legs blurred them.
Awkward leaps of fear caught us.
We almost touched
and the white dots
made me feel young again.