Sight of you

Sight of you

Unshaven, Unkempt
In a plain white undershirt
Lost in a spreadsheet of manipulation and lies
Strategizing to find a battleship that’s probably sailing around the grid instead of following the rules.
And my heart still leaps and steals my voice at the first sight of you. Left smiling like an idiot child, dumb and mindless.

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