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Mar 2018
bought me a golden, a silver and a lead
told him I just need one to shoot me dead
smiling softly, "aim for your head.
first time's the charm" is what he said.

clock strikes twelve and bubbles burst
I squeeze the trigger in wanderlust.
the bullet, through my flesh, blood and bone runs
passing my pain to the loved ones.
Written by
HeronBlue
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