you never saw it coming.
the fucking the running.
far behind and just out of reach.
will never have been.
The color red i'm wading in.
but poison what you give.
but I poison what I give.
it drives them mad.
A noose around every neck I see.
My rationale - rent asunder.
My imagination - commiting murder.
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