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Sometimes I want to flicker in the neon like a shadow, my foot idly teasing a cockroach in the corner. We're both drawn to the nightlife's dusky veil, where the discarded and the seeking find refuge. The bug thrives in the remnants of revelry, in the spill of spirits, the smoky whispers, the musk of the crowd. I recognize its wild scuttle - the same untamed dance of my younger days, a memory now, as I stand veiled in the blue haze of night.

Description
Sometimes I want to flicker in the neon like a shadow, my foot idly teasing a cockroach in the corner. We're both drawn to the nightlife's dusky veil, where the discarded and the seeking find refuge. The bug thrives in the remnants of revelry, in the spill of spirits, the smoky whispers, the musk of the crowd. I recognize its wild scuttle - the same untamed dance of my younger days, a memory now, as I stand veiled in the blue haze of night.