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No
longer classified
It's getting personal
These are the weapons in my arsenal
Can't
circle and pen me
Numbers display where I should be
Disconnect the wires until you see
Keep dialing and I'll be free
Didn't
pick up to answer
Drone with a monotone moan
No honey dripping from the phone
Buzz off! Stop sipping from my comb
Focus
the scope with hope
Will the target in the cross-hairs cope?
A slab for dissection
Motion with no direction
Loaded
with messages
Trigger finger is pressing this
Ears ringing with thoughts, those deafening shots
Skip to the end to discover the plot
Count
my blessings one-by-one
Kneeling I pray they won't become undone
Total up the points, declare I've won
Copyright
© Andrea Suroiu
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