Aug 2016
A flash, a crack,
Twirling smoke
Sharp smell of powder
On the fume, slight choke
A flick, a twirl,
A clinking sound
Empty shells
Upon the ground
Don't even try
I'm locked and loaded
Twirling smoke
Sharp smell of powder
On the fume, slight choke
A flick, a twirl,
A clinking sound
Empty shells
Upon the ground
Don't even try
I'm locked and loaded
Accidentally deleted the original, so I had to try and re-write it. I apologise!
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)
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