I streched the spring.
Then put it back.
Closed the reciever
With a click and a clack.
I charged the handle.
Then let it go.
I counted my rounds.
Twenty nine in the mag.
One in the hole.
She felt the same.
Cold and steady.
I felt no shame.
Cold and ready.
The air felt heavy.
But something was new.
Some mechanical remedy.
My magazine was full.
And I could face my enemy.
with a 2 lb. trigger pull.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
I streched the spring.
Then put it back.
Closed the reciever
With a click and a clack.
I charged the handle.
Then let it go.
I counted my rounds.
Twenty nine in the mag.
One in the hole.
She felt the same.
Cold and steady.
I felt no shame.
Cold and ready.
The air felt heavy.
But something was new.
Some mechanical remedy.
My magazine was full.
And I could face my enemy.
with a 2 lb. trigger pull.
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