The rifle in his hands was fully loaded.
Heavy brows - symbol of heavy bearings.
Walking the deadpan face, something came up
his face became uneasy.
Something for the camera, I thought.
I clicked record
An expression that can't be fully comprehended.
A apparition common, yet uncommon.
He looked around,
Made sure that no one's watching;
decided to do the unthinkable.
Flash moments passed,
as his hands reached for his balls
And scratched them in hurry.
I saw peace return to his face.
But not for long
As the deadpan seriousness came back at him.
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