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Blindsided


And I still remember that I could not see
when the sea would blush and wink at me
where the warmth of sand between my toes
were glints of memories that no one knows

and I still remember that I could not see
when the shapes and colors bore down on me
it was cold and it was dark, but I knew where I was
and I found my way though my mind was a fuzz

and I still remember that I could not see
and I’m lucky I didn’t fall from that tree
but the branches grew strong, and friendships did too
in those few seconds, it was just us two

and I still remember that I could not see
when for once my self-control astounded me
I should’ve brought glasses, or at least some shade
but now I have proof that those changes were made

and I still remember that I could not see
with clouded eyes, it wasn’t two, but three
and I wondered how, and I pondered why
how deep inside, he wanted to die

and I still remember that I could not see
as he ran off the road and hit that tree
his eyes closed, he knew he’d miss me
but I still remember that I could not see.

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