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I am incognito,

under my shades.

To the left of a needle,

ahead of the eight ball blades.

The story fades,

into yesterday's charm.

In a hooligan daze,

OK...

Kill the alarm.

Always waiting on a distraction,

under skies so blue.

With pirelli traction,

But...

gripping on to who.

I don't know,

do you?

I guess I'll go,

Toodle_ooo.

Misconstrued 

*S*