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The Blade Runner
Darkness, reigns.
Beauty.
Pricking pinpoints of white and
gas flame framed light
reflected in an eye.
The beholder a tracker,
tracer,
pre-dator of slaves.
Runner of blades.
He is Spartacus.
No he.
Don't buy,
grow a slave it's free.
Hunt each escapee
blade runner,
and with your weapon
set them free.
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