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Pellets to the gun
I know this night hasn't been fun
Running out of excuses
On why I say no
But if I say anything
I glow
So what do I know?
I can never admit it
But you don't know how many times I've reloaded just to unload.
Kerri Nov 2015
A sea of rain
And a dark
Black mass
Covers the world;
A drunken eye
Sees it all;
But the heart
Forgets
As the cold
Gray pellets
Destroy it all
And we don't
Realize
Until we're
Swept away.
I ponder the world and its current conditions.

— The End —