What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
Tell me, how did we get here?
I hear gunshots in the dark
ripping echo through the nightdreaming woods
Tearing the lace of life
residue of lead, fear
Smokefall blanket for all of us
Missed heartbeat
My feet sweating tears not in my eyes
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