Suit-clad shadows,
the martini trembles—
silver bullet in hand,
a code whispering,
clutching at threads
of smoke and silence.
Tick—
the watch stutters,
time's a waltz,an espionage
of faltering breath,
syntax spills like
secrets in the night.
Ciphered sighs,
the dossier blurs,
redacted desires
slip through
the fingers of fate—
a license to thrill,
to falter,
to freeze.
In the chaos,
a golden eye,
yet all is fog,
the body a foreign
terrain,
wires crossed,
the heart a sniper,
unsteady aim
on love,
on danger,
on nothing.
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