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Mar 2016
I've formed this gun from the pains of my past
It's loaded with fear,
There is no safety.
I draw at first sign of danger,
and you terrify me.
Finger on the trigger
You kiss the barrel
The bullet turns to a petal
and there is growth
Where I've only seen destruction.
Devyn Breanne Smith
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Devyn Breanne Smith  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Aeerdna
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