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Oct 2016
I threw my gun in your river.

The reason is rather moot.

I laid in bed, put it to my head,

Pulled the trigger; it didn't shoot.


I tried
drying it in the Sun and it withered.

Crumpled like sheets under an apathetic Sire.

I laid in bed, put it to my head.

Pulled-Β Β the **** thing didn't fire.
Yggy
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Yggy  M/Tennessee
(M/Tennessee)   
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