Two Face

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Between right and wrong,
variant of blood wants to crash with
human beings. Don't alter the bases.

My genome is taking
a turn. I will search for peace in
funeral home at dusk.

I will leave behind every
thing. I don't ask to carry any
item with me, not even a pain.

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