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Feb 2014
.22
We talked about people dying last night
and how I watched them do so

and I couldn’t help but to laugh at the memory
and you were laughing too

and maybe that makes us kindred sociopathic spirits
or maybe it just makes us afraid to be vulnerable
so we look at death and then we laugh like we aren’t really scared

and you shoot animals from your bedroom window
and I have to admit youre a pretty good shot
You shot an arrow through my heart


I wrote this in 5 minutes. Maybe I'll revise it someday.
Wednesday
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Wednesday  Virginia, US
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