i was sitting, lonely,
at a table surrounded by friends
when my eyes stumbled upon
your silhoutted shape
surrounded by neon lights and
people already half gone.
to my feet was i and walking
through pools of people
and when close i caught
the scent from the nape
of your neck
how sweet like daisies
bending in the wind
i gave it not a single thought
and took your hand.
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