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Jan 2016
war
you were my weapon,
here to protect me.
weapons shed blood
blood that I learnt to swim in
blood that I drowned in
when I asked you to lock away your gun in the safe
little did I know your eyes could be more dangerous than the pulling of the trigger
little did I know your absence would **** me instead of the bullet
because a weapon only protects you until you use it on yourself
Monet Kiara
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