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Dec 2014
You had a mouth full of bullets
and all your sentences rang out like gunplay,
How many times do I have to wear
Kevlar to our conversations?
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A machine gun smile,
Ten trigger fingers waiting to fire on,
I was the fool standing arms out wide waiting for an answer
Bullets in my chest made my insides bleed red,
Hidden behind battlefield lips,
How could I not see this coming they said,
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help patch all the holes left in me,
all the hollow places inside left behind,
Refugee bones searching for shelter,
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You were the shooter and I the target,
Clip emptied, and we both got hit,
I am just not afraid to show
the parts of me that are bleeding
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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