To Market
The army is well aware of its responsibilities.
Locking him in the closet,
hung up by his thumbs.
Star tattoo on his chest in case
he’s out of danger for the time being.
A little hair from the dragon, as it were.
Don’t you recognize my voice yet?
We’re locked in.
Looks fantastically like the man who
tried to out-black market the black market
just keeps going up, up, up.
That makes two of us.
The army is well aware
the least we can do is save him.
the least we can do is save him.
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