blurry
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I've been searching
for a way out
of this blurred vision.
Among checkups and lenses
I watched through pink frames.
Instead I am ostracized
The streets are dark and enclosed like veins, my veins.
Cities with cars zooming through, the clock in my heart strikes twelse and beats and loud thump.
I wish my veins weren't jumbled like cities,
