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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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