All of us treated them like lovers,
meticulously disassembling
them as if hypnotized,
caressing each part
with special lubricant
& laying out the pieces
like a rock collector.
We'd take our
own sweet time
reassembling them,
part by part,
snapping & sliding,
building
our killing machines
to completion.
Then to test our work,
we'd **** and release
and squeeze,
to hear the distinctive
click of a dry fire.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
All of us treated them like lovers,
meticulously disassembling
them as if hypnotized,
caressing each part
with special lubricant
& laying out the pieces
like a rock collector.
We'd take our
own sweet time
reassembling them,
part by part,
snapping & sliding,
building
our killing machines
to completion.
Then to test our work,
we'd **** and release
and squeeze,
to hear the distinctive
click of a dry fire.
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