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Apr 2017
One minute to midnight
all the InterContinental's are fuelled

fingers hover over the switch
palms are sweating

all the safes are opened
the codes confirmed

But the only time we will know of it
is when death falls from the sky.
Written by
nivek
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     ---, ---, ---, kim and The Sick Red Carnation
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