Imagination runs again.
Cover me from the dusts
Those intrude my body
Hide me from the predator
Who ravenously consumes me
This could be my last
And the cue to your first
I have not shown myself
I have been a chicken
Later one day
You turned out to be my shadow
Deciphered my riddle
You, traitor!
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