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Jul 2020
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my left hand quivers as the right extends
reaching out for you knowing its the end
brushed aside by your cold slap
I reach again but am met with a slap
my face felt the pain but my heart aches
like fissures gouging cracks in lakes
I stand stunned yet want to hold you
as you walk away and say that we're through
you get no more than ten feet from me
I hope you feel safe because now I'm comfy
pointing my gun at your back
all that's heard is the crack
as you fall dead into the soft leaves
and I blow my brains to smithereens
Brandon Cotter
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Brandon Cotter  32/M/Sparks, NV
(32/M/Sparks, NV)   
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   MS Anjaan
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