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me and her we barely talk like spies for different governments I've tried extracting information but I'm cut off, passing out and I wake up every time 17, heart-broken with silence blank stares scan my every evening somehow I am still invisible turning this into a cold green light to explore the dark corridors of my heart my thoughts turn to microfilms and battle plans and secret blueprints my cover's hanging by a thread I'm now a fugitive with everything to lose a secret agent in love with their handler, the disembodied string of signs on glowing screen how much emptier than this is it possible to get because there is no home and you can't just go back to the agency one wrong step and charges vary from espionage to treason and there've never been any right moves at all so now it's back to basics
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
Serious Games (The Agent, pt.1)
me and her we barely talk like spies for different governments I've tried extracting information but I'm cut off, passing out and I wake up every time 17, heart-broken with silence blank stares scan my every evening somehow I am still invisible turning this into a cold green light to explore the dark corridors of my heart my thoughts turn to microfilms and battle plans and secret blueprints my cover's hanging by a thread I'm now a fugitive with everything to lose a secret agent in love with their handler, the disembodied string of signs on glowing screen how much emptier than this is it possible to get because there is no home and you can't just go back to the agency one wrong step and charges vary from espionage to treason and there've never been any right moves at all so now it's back to basics
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
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