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In the Cross Hairs
I stand lined up in the sights
between black lines,
going from left to right
going up and down,
lines drawn as crossroads,
at the intersection point
between chance and choice
sighted and aligned
in the cross hairs,
targeted by
the sniper
with squinted eyes
called
'Fate'
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