soon, you'll be back
too many left, not enough right,
it was us, an upside.
before, I'm shelled back,
while inside your insight,
gunshots work every time,
And you pretend.
later on, you're free,
we could double up,
you won't see the winding wind,
that is me.
nothing can move the mask,
nothing can last,
walking your ave.
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