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Nov 2017
.45 ACP.
The bullet's velocity.
It speeds through the street
With just a single fleet.

7.62
The temperature drives through
Through the way the bullet flies
To where it can finally shine.

.44 magnum.
And the time comes.
The bullets hit their orders.
We finally meet each other.
Vanidy
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Vanidy
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   Toriana
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