Moving targets

Light sensitivity, tones blend with the shadows we confide in, yet we take pride in….

Our darkness, differences that distance us, pray bullets miss us only to hit no name targets.

This is just practice, patience in an unopened container will no longer be contained.

We can not be entertained.
Yet we are entitled to at least our sanity. Or does that have a cost too?

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