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Jun 2019
3
I could see immediately,
You were done,
The barbs too deep,
Your leg dripping with blood,
I pulled out my gun,
Cocked it,
Shot,
And I lay next to you,
As the clouds blurred over my tears
TheIdleOwl
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TheIdleOwl  33/M/Sheffield, UK
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