Baked Carcinogen

Hindsight makes us all wise. I burned my finger stubbing a cigarette Choked on a chicken bone Sprained my ankle striding in high heels. Bad hangover. Where were you the night of the 29th? Where was I? If I ever remember the reasons why I did the things I did, I wouldn't have to tell you. What for? You knew before I knew. I still smoke because I don't know why. But the rest I might have already forgotten.

Covert operations

Alibi and camouflage What else is there to use? Face paint and radio blocks, Really You cannot possibly know why I am here Cowering in the bright sunlight Observing you.

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