(Part XXIV is a poem of trust between Andy and Michelle
moving further and further into the end game coming soon)
Just
trust me
Her
words followed me
Out of
the newsagent
Just
trust me
With
cold black eyebrows
Drifiting
in and out
Of the
shadows
Just
trust me
And let
me draw his fire
Let me
draw his fire
While
you sneak in
Behind
him
‘even I
can see
that’s a
plan
out of
Scooby Do’
I said.
‘I’ll
probably get shot
before I
am even
halfway
across
the
platform’
How I
didn’t even know
To
this day.
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