The hunter and I,
Hunted each other,
Knowing who was the hunter,
No, who was the huntee.
You see it didn't matter,
Which one was which,
Because it mattered,
That we were the same.
To point your finger,
And make an 'us' and a 'them, '
Out of people around us,
Makes us them,
And makes them us.
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