I weave through the crowd
realizing how tiny I am
faces blurring together
my smile jaded
watching people unwind
and ditch their clothes
One of many Key West festivals
I can feel his eyes hateing everyone
looking at me
his hand firmly wrapped around mine
hes not used to this kind of thing
and like a pit bull he looks out for me
We watched as outsiders
and it felt so good to be with someone
I love
I cant help but see duval as a sea of lost souls
A place where paradise took too many drugs
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
I weave through the crowd
realizing how tiny I am
faces blurring together
my smile jaded
watching people unwind
and ditch their clothes
One of many Key West festivals
I can feel his eyes hateing everyone
looking at me
his hand firmly wrapped around mine
hes not used to this kind of thing
and like a pit bull he looks out for me
We watched as outsiders
and it felt so good to be with someone
I love
I cant help but see duval as a sea of lost souls
A place where paradise took too many drugs
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