there is one thing
with you
that to me is
very wrong
you're too formal
with that coat
and tie
and those shiny
black shoes
and that
gel on your hair
we are not going
to a party
we are going to the
hills
take those off.
i don't mean that
we go there
naked.
what? the guns?
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