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The Kid’s Gone Supernova

A familiar sense of purpose rushed over him
He felt raw, defined
There was sweat on his lips
He had her kiss them
Oh, the shivers down that spine
They all acted like he’d expect
He knew what came next
A definition, his piece in the puzzle
For each time seemingly closer closer closer to the core
And now, again, he was whole
But she was down down down down, out for the count
But he was whole
She was ruined
He was ready
She was down down down down, out for the count
In for the kill
OVER

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