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Logan

It could be the time
Says the man who saw his death
Cross legged at his apartment's balcony
His ears hear only silence
Its the darkest time of the night
Perhaps this is what death sounds like 



He's finally embraced insomnia
Alive through every single night
His life seems to emulate the Wolverine's
The politics of reality finally consuming him
He has but one option left, fight



Fight for this one thing he chose
Fight for this one life like puss in boots
For man hasn't the luxury of all 9 lives
Some people have chosen us over others
We can never let go of the things we've built



His outer man seems desperate
But at least his inner man is rigid
The future looks brighter
Yet his end feels nearer
This could be the time
Says the man who saw his death 




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