the man in the white suit is standing there.
it`s not my choice of what to wear.
he`s so cool in his whiteness.
he`s so cool in his brightness.
he`s so misunderstood in his lightness.
standing there.
we can`t tell what he`s thinking, who he`s missing, who he loves and who he cares for most......in his dreams.
standing there.
then he walks away.
never will we see him another day.
the man in the white suit.
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