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Jun 2014
Yesterday I learned,
you just don’t shoot yourself in the temple if you wanna die.
Small bits of exploded alloy
may merely knick the complex nerves
that control your eyes.  
You’ll be left blind but still alive.

A tough break for the enterprising.
Sometimes even the well prepared
come up short.

Although,
a quick google search would reveal
the proper path to panacea.

A redirect to the bombastic blog.
Empty words form empty lines.
And a single sign would have changed your mind,

Aim through the mouth.
It’s the only way.
Written by
June Waltz
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