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Dec 2023
I reach out from the waters distilled
A preacher just shot me
My innereds aint thrilled
I put out my hand and reach for my lord
Two 45 bullets
Then he was gone.
Now the pain a feel its working real deep, am bleeding so bad am eternally leaked. I look up above the sun is real low,  i say my fairwells and pleasantly go
Written by
Gary burns  53/M/Scotland
(53/M/Scotland)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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