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Jun 2020
the air coming off it,
if it is cold
then you are warm
and the two
meet in your hand

how are your toes,
does the carpet
feel like sand

seen enough of the sky
to be certain
when pulling the trigger

you reflect what you believe in
so does the bullet
so does your finger

you thought you saw
the sky more clearly
when you closed your eyes
on a sunny day

a message can be passed with a word
or a gun
and you did not delay.
Written by
coulorfulSmoke  25/M/Ottawa
(25/M/Ottawa)   
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