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Who is the man weilding my gun when time stops and holds its breath? Cold hate runs in his veins— steady, unflinching death. Engines roar, radios chatter— Silent! Vision, sharp and thin. All existence is ending the threat closing in. Thumb pushes the safety— click Center mass. Steady. Hold breath. Squeeze. Who wore my skin? Foe? Friend? Truly me? Will I ever see him again— Bold stranger, powerful-- fear free?
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Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 7:03 AM UTC
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Who is the man weilding my gun when time stops and holds its breath? Cold hate runs in his veins— steady, unflinching death. Engines roar, radios chatter— Silent! Vision, sharp and thin. All existence is ending the threat closing in. Thumb pushes the safety— click Center mass. Steady. Hold breath. Squeeze. Who wore my skin? Foe? Friend? Truly me? Will I ever see him again— Bold stranger, powerful-- fear free?
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noor
American
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 7:03 AM UTC
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