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Apr 2013
You were a gun.
You spit out words like bullets,
always hitting the mark.
You shot
and you shot
and you shot
and never once
did you miss the target.
Never before
have I wanted so bad
to kiss the mouth of a gun.
© Sarah Pitman 2013
Sarah Pitman
Written by
Sarah Pitman  Hawaii
(Hawaii)   
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