that unending
grip
stomach
throat
that everything can be taken
away
the day
you pegged the
cottontail with
your
22-rifle
unaware
until
short breaths
between
eyes dart
quick and eternal
riding the edge of the
moments
death waits behind
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
that unending
grip
stomach
throat
that everything can be taken
away
the day
you pegged the
cottontail with
your
22-rifle
unaware
until
short breaths
between
eyes dart
quick and eternal
riding the edge of the
moments
death waits behind
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