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Nov 2019
A bullet in the chamber
is a wealth so small.
Bullet whispers,
tempts
and triggers.
One in the chamber,
a bullet in your thoughts
to shatter popsicle memories.
From a dream to a nightmare
one bullet
into bed tucked
goodnight.
Please
complete my silver grin
with an accent of red.
The future churns to dust
as bodies fill up my shed.
Written by
coulorfulSmoke  25/M/Ottawa
(25/M/Ottawa)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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