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The sound, the feel, the taste , the smell. The Co2 can giving you hell.



The crouching, the sliding, the running like hell, the semi wound pouding with the beat of your heart.



The breathing, the thinking, the pondering about, the leaves, the grass, cruching to shout



The tripping, the hitting, the running into things, the movement used to stop the blasphemy of sins



You're stealth like, you're dreamlike, you win most of the time, You prey apon me as I prey apon mine



I can't see you, I can hear you, you're all around me, as  I'm moving . I can't run, I can't hide, you're my dream man in disguise.. shooting me down, with those lovely eyes



I did see you, I did hear you, you were right in front of me, I was steady, I ran, and I didn't hide. You are my dream man, shooting me with your disguise



I was shot, as I shot, and I didn't move fast enough. I thought I had you but it wasn't enough. You're dreamlike, you're stealth like, and you'll always win. If it's by my  heart, you'll definitly win.



After that was that, and the game was over, you won my heart, the thousandth time over.



I love you