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Jun 8
Lights are running on the walls
Shining through the glass left and right
Behind a brawl comes quiet and stalls

Moving again this time it seems
Probably nothing worth a fight
Maybe someone's been dodging beams ?  
Once every cat has got his bite
This all will surely settle down

Red, blue, shadows on the walls
Don't put a finger on your phone
Pull down the curtains
Shut the lights
After all you got yourself
A better hole to dig
Don't you ?
Some good leather to lick
A good coward
Will earn your name
It's probably too late
For you
What do you do when the fascists have all the weapons ?
Written by
Pointless Circle  26/M/France
(26/M/France)   
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