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I wish you'd shown mercy And shot me in the heart. I'd be quietly sleeping, Not pleading with the dark. Now this bullet in my lung burrows, night after night. With each word, each breath, it sinks, Deeper, farther from light.

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ryan-buckley

Canadian

Published: Nov 12, 2010
LinesWords: 941

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