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Reading the bus timetable,

One of the thing of which you're still able.

A shot rings out!

Suddenly you're cold, fear and doubt.

That means nothing,

As you watch your brother drowning.

The gas mutated him,

His lungs and stomach no longer held in.

But you're back at the bus station,

Still cold, sweating, while you come back to this complication.
©2005-2009 ~zerosby
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