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Feb 2018
Walk into my room
with revolver smiles

and

switchblade verse

take it all away
return again

broken stars
sing for you

treacherous wrath
  woven in my hands

you always leave traces of gunsmoke in bullet ripping sunsets

my helpless blood pounding on
wonder's doorstep.

Invade me
with captivating storms

night sky flashes
  engraving mystical lightning
on broken star hands.
Styles 12
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