Threaten me like I am anything else. Better yet, engulf me with your majority. I played the part, while you were your your plain self. I can't keep on playing the minor. Tomorrow, the turmoil's going to be half won...and you'd be gone to satiate your drunken misgivings. I played the part...threaten me more with your musings.
I can never be anything than your minor...your cold shadow.
the shallow water.
I'd be half a person if I won. But half-a-loser if I fought back. The chances, whatever, have suddenly become futile.
All irrelevant...now.
Armed with just my thoughts, and blood shut eyes.
Awaits the minor.
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