Names
Constantly hunting names on names they do not know
Taking a glimpse at someone else’s curated slideshow
Whether to go up or down, very eager to find out
Yet the color’s all bland with the pastels and monochrome
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Somebody heard from her brother’s friend’s sister
Or was it from his partner’s paternal uncle?
That she took her car and drove away that night
With the lights out and stars scattered in the sky
The pictures are telling a totally different story
With the smiling faces of everyone around them
One confessed to the crime and pleaded guilty
While the other ran with two black bags of money
Hunted names were now blotches of red ink on paper
Blackened edges of a list that have seen thousands of days
The rabbit stayed white and played guide to the reaper
While the fox grew impatient waiting at the bay
