Out the corner of my eye I saw that black eight ball.
So out of pocket but someone to call.
Probably has been ricocheted through more colors than skittles
And me being the oddball here I would be scratched I guess.
But so be it I move forward but pretend I have no angle.
Then he signals for me and my web becomes tangle.
But quickly it's mutual, our feelings and likenesses.
Why would a black ball and White ball become lifeless.
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