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Oct 2011
Death told her
           her life should end
and he was her friend

Calmly, she stole my gun
     she walked outside in the sun
pulled the trigger, set the mood
barrel to her head to conclude

I saw her head come undone
,,, Reached down, for my gun
Eyed the chunks in her hair
Now to my head |
                               |I draw a rose there.
Of gunslingers
Jeremy R Frenette
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Jeremy R Frenette  28/Agender/New Brunswick, Canada
(28/Agender/New Brunswick, Canada)   
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