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I’ll claw you open and Look within, I’ll throw your mask Into the bin. You bleed - No pain, I leave - No gain. Why are your games Always the same?

A recollection of something That I had forgotten. A new use for the lesson I learned from the Sun. And end to this cold and Jealous obsession. For that loving embrace, To whom must I turn?

Fox knifed slyly through the freezing mist, An intrusion on surburbia, It’s a struggle to exist. Sometimes he likes to play a game, Though his heart is of night And can never be tamed. Not by the hands of men, Those he passed by, Hidden from sight. A ripple through vacuum, Silence in his wake, Right place, Wrong time..