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Like resistless air torn by a bullet Life unmasked itself in a baby innocent, playful, illiterate... for half a second or so, and ran! Past Mother who, amazed by your giggles, called you mon âme! Past father; arriving home to say goodnight, and a quick wave before bed. Past school days and holidays, taught to eat books and ***** information lost through thorough knowledge! Aye! Aye! Black cats and red eyed bats. Past the lustbird who made love to your left ear and slammed the other shut! Life passed your very black hair and set it white. Seems like the bullet hit sharp in your chest. And now a baby cries bald..
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
The Gunshot
Like resistless air torn by a bullet Life unmasked itself in a baby innocent, playful, illiterate... for half a second or so, and ran! Past Mother who, amazed by your giggles, called you mon âme! Past father; arriving home to say goodnight, and a quick wave before bed. Past school days and holidays, taught to eat books and ***** information lost through thorough knowledge! Aye! Aye! Black cats and red eyed bats. Past the lustbird who made love to your left ear and slammed the other shut! Life passed your very black hair and set it white. Seems like the bullet hit sharp in your chest. And now a baby cries bald..
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
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