Who was the dancer of death?
You went for the kill,
and not for the killer.
The frail armistice. You
launch a drive for the drill.
It was more than what―
meets the eye. Looks like an
Armageddon. You begin in earnest
to ward off the paranoia.
Nativity was at stake. A
captive psyche fights the fading
memory. Your face goes blank.
My things and your things.
It should not have happened this way.
It should not have happened that way.
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Author:
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