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Because we both know the sound of gunfire Except I, didn’t grow up in a war zone It was a different kind from yours Our bullets were words Sounds of breaking glass And the shards of which made it into my cheerios the next day Chewed them anyway to spite The sound that Breaking makes You, you know the sound of falling bodies too readily   you can mimic them in your footsteps The smell of rotting corpses What kind of scars shrapnel really leaves What the color of blood really looks like I see that shade of red every time you speak   The way you keep it hidden in those paintings In the drawer that I sneak into when you sleep Know too well what evil looks like I can find a place for all the words buried in my chest inside your bullet wounds easily If I were not a coward Staring into the dark irises of men in uniforms dirtier than their conscience, Find it easier to look into a barrel of a gun Only one of them holds salvation    No, you are not afraid of guns Nor the sound that breaking makes But I still remove the safety pin Just in case
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
The sound that breaking makes-Written By A friend
Because we both know the sound of gunfire Except I, didn’t grow up in a war zone It was a different kind from yours Our bullets were words Sounds of breaking glass And the shards of which made it into my cheerios the next day Chewed them anyway to spite The sound that Breaking makes You, you know the sound of falling bodies too readily   you can mimic them in your footsteps The smell of rotting corpses What kind of scars shrapnel really leaves What the color of blood really looks like I see that shade of red every time you speak   The way you keep it hidden in those paintings In the drawer that I sneak into when you sleep Know too well what evil looks like I can find a place for all the words buried in my chest inside your bullet wounds easily If I were not a coward Staring into the dark irises of men in uniforms dirtier than their conscience, Find it easier to look into a barrel of a gun Only one of them holds salvation    No, you are not afraid of guns Nor the sound that breaking makes But I still remove the safety pin Just in case
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
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