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Skin bleached in moon, you prepare yourself tonight to hit the mystry,

The tibial spiking now hurts.

There was an urgency― to finish the job,

It is raining. The water colors.

Your hands tremble, when you accept―

No stitches will work. You have to navigate-

For a moonshine, there was no moon.

You had the numbers. The reverse trends begins-

Seizing a chance in a trice, in one dark September

Ethics of brands will find out the anatomist,