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I've got back in time ... sensing a smoke,
Drinking a glass of wine, dancing a ghost! Dogs were roaring for food, Sickness spread through the eyes of horror. I met Joe ... He was a guy with a gun in his hand! Shooting some ravens, his eyes Were digging my flesh, sinking my body, Tasting my heart and killing my soul. I ran into the forest, hiding under the trees, Running through leaves and watching the moon. Behind, Joe was following me! Scratching the gun on his chest, You could see bloody wounds ... Spreading - the sense of death. I was running in vain. Joe captured me, breathing too hard! With one hand strangled me, And with the other, was searching his pocket. Then, he squeezes out a piece from a mirror; Wiped it on his dirty pants, And put it in front of my eyes. I took a look in the mirror and started to cry. In that moment, I've woke up ... sweating. Just across my bed, I've found a piece from a mirror And a gun with initials on the stock: JOE!!!
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