Unic Cjonr Poet ABC

Two Ata Time

Sitting on a slope.

GiGanTiC.

I, named the mountain.

Ever Completely Lost 
Never Found.

I was named.

Displaying sand by the 
edge of a dune.

I am, again.

Too high to be doped.

Too stoned to be alone.

Too off my head to be 
classified.

One of the dead.

Crows are circling 
above.

Speculating.

But, so am I.

I am not the black spot.

Flying in the clear blue 
skies.

Suddenly, blood 
sprayed the skin on my 
face.

Gunshots, blasted 
quivers of pain.

In and all around my 
spine.

More than one onced.

Twice.

Two AtA Time.

Raining Bullets.

With exquisite 
explosions during in the 
background.

I was being ripped 
apart by being torn.

 I was deathmatched 
and smackfaced.

In the open and 
nowhere to hide.

I was struck with lead.

Six numbered the 
strikes.

Into my entity of 
shadows.

Surely can explain one 
good reason.

Why I am not much 
liked.

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