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"No One" (by Joe DiMino)
There was a young man,
Lostand refusing to be found;
Despite the coaxing
Went deeper to hiding
Within myth,
At the foot
Of mountainous shadow,
Where nameless things
Floated in an out, unfettered
So he called himself No one
During the awakenings
Current ringing in his ears,
A thousand drummers
Out of beat
Ranting their sticks;
They came again,
Shocks of white hats
On white stallions
Weapons of infinite bullets
Hollywood to them;
So no one dies
Just No One!
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