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Apr 10
You think you know
Running in your everyday
But at the end of someone else’s
The buckshot pellets pelt with
Eviscerating matter
Shredding skin.
Open wound, no face to find
No heart to reclaim
Fragments pilfer
Bone matter gelatin

****…I gotta call this in.
Frank Castle
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Frank Castle  45/M/NYC
(45/M/NYC)   
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