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                                          I'm not here to dissect your poems //

                         Just the reality portrayed

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AMERICAN ******
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Bullets down the barrel

Aimed for        The Mark

SHE

Pops up and down

Up and down

She pumps
She writhes

And there she lies
Dead at his feet

( her ghost hand reaching
For her razor blade )