Twist Of Fate
J
James McLain
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Open it is stealth.
And you smile, thought not high enough.
The red bird on the tree.
And it's eye on the bush.
Hidden from each face a man.
That one twist of fate from your fragrant wrist.
Was never enough when they came.
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