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Jan 2015
Your name might as well be the bullet
In the chamber of this gun
Held at my temple
With a steady pulse beating against my brain.
And if that is the case,
My hands might as well be the ones on the trigger.
Kimberly Rose
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Kimberly Rose  PA
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