psychic
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I.
I always said I would live in a city like this
when I was old enough to run away
and not get caught. And now I live on a hill
that overlooks the place I once sketched from dreams.
On the dance floor I skip-step and I twirl;
The music slurs and blares in my near-deaf ears;
As the beat slows, a boy leaves with his girl,
in the dark, a seer watches her fears.
