.Crooks lay in a weighted state
Waiting for the dead assassin
While the rust pure powder puffs
Shimmering opaque red
Papers spread, no one driving
We hurled direct ahead
The windows dark-green tinted
The hearse, a taxi instead
Snow storms forecast immine.
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