My enemy...
so close
just wacthing me
thru my open wyndow;
just a thought,
just a blink,
but not a single a move...
There was me...
fighting back
of nothing;
just a thought,
just a blink,
and my enemy was dead.
i´ve moved out
before the threat
and here you are:
just a thought,
just a blink,
wachting my humanity`s to sink...
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