Mysteries
Walking down the road
with a 38. Special in my left hand
limping to safety
blood streaming down my veins
browsed eyes
which prevent me to see well
and the inconceivable getaway plan
that caused the gaint catastropic event
and as I lay on my couch
I think,Ithought
I remember,I fought
And I just think to myself
Mysteries
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