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Man wants the pistol fully loaded. He wants the cool brushed steal, the soft worn wood, the capacity for death. Fearful of overcrowding - death loads a blank. A ***** with no ammo. No power over life or strength in death. All this I needn't worry; I favour the knife. Life pours icy smoke from chalice lips Coloured with the flag of every nation. Daren't a silver bangle fall tearfully to the pistol - barrel in mouth, I fear no evil.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
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Man wants the pistol fully loaded. He wants the cool brushed steal, the soft worn wood, the capacity for death. Fearful of overcrowding - death loads a blank. A ***** with no ammo. No power over life or strength in death. All this I needn't worry; I favour the knife. Life pours icy smoke from chalice lips Coloured with the flag of every nation. Daren't a silver bangle fall tearfully to the pistol - barrel in mouth, I fear no evil.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
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