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"Escapade."

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Poet and gangster
reach in the dark.

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Blind flashes reveal them.

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The dead collapse and the
living scatter for cover.

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Alone now they think
the street is theirs,

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and swiftly they
make their getaway.

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In the left hand, the hole.

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In the right, jammed
in the driver's back,

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the weapon as they careen.

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And at the hideout, set
up to repel the law,

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coming nearly as swift sirening.

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In the Inferno
started by both sides.

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Riddled.

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Still seeking to shoot.

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They sink to their deaths.

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The hall beside
them still theirs.

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