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Nov 2012
Zumokuta Temokuchiarimiri

When I sneak into your room,
you will never hear me

My mind's alert, adrenaline pumped,
my moves are slow and measured
I step so silently around
the objects that you treasure

There's no recourse, there's no escape
You can't avoid your ****** fate
I approach your side, nowhere to hide
out of my sheath my dagger slides

As you gurgle your final breath
the last thing that you will ever see
are the lifeless, souless eyes
of Temokuchiarimiri
This is apparently my "ninja name".  You have no idea how hard it was to make any semblance of a rhythm with it...
JA Doetsch
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JA Doetsch  St. Louis, MO
(St. Louis, MO)   
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