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Jan 2013
**** it back and spray, the water flows
over my head and down to my toes.
No sound, no fright, its like
      pushing that big red button.
No idea whats next, but you did
pressing it down, I hid.
closing my eyes, they fill with light
and I bite.
down on the bullet, hard and tight.
it fits on me like a glove.

Blastoise read
right through my head.
Andrew Willson
Written by
Andrew Willson  Murcia
(Murcia)   
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