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Jan 2011
If you shot me with your gun
I wonder- if it would make me feel..?

You have had me tossed caressing what was once zaftig and turned simply into "oh, that one".
I wonder- if your mental switch-ery makes me ideal?

After everything you have said, tearing away that of mine which you find superfluous and overdone;
I wonder- if I could ever heal?

But, regardless, you have had your devilry and grotesque fun,
When you took that shot through me with your ****** gun.
I can now fathom what it means to feel.
I can now realize that this pain is what makes it all **real.
This poem flowed out unprovoked.

Thank you for reading.
LACS
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