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7d
I've got bullets in this gun,
I'm going to mark all the class-mates
and **** every single one.
They made me feel fragile,
like a-thrown around crate
Whispers fly into the night,
until such the morning break.
Its just a POEM, you have my word on that.
David Knight
Written by
David Knight  M/Australia
(M/Australia)   
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