When he reached for his gun
I saw in his eyes
The softness of a young cop
Breastfed assassin pizza
The soft colors of
The Jersey turnpike
The emails that didn’t find him well
And a machine so beautiful it could kill a man
When he reached for his gun
I saw in his eyes
The softness of a young cop
Breastfed assassin pizza
The soft colors of
The Jersey turnpike
The emails that didn’t find him well
And a machine so beautiful it could kill a man
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