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your bullet

An unexpected truism

Your bullet was a thought that went burning through the back of my mind
An open wound, your point of view poking through to daylight
Your the cause, the echo and the sketch on the skin I wear
The curse, the dew and the scratch upon the retina that views despair
And all that rings true and all that spills and knocks
All that makes warm tears drop and all that pays homage
All that feels empty and all that holds no hope
And all that know that suicide relies on the lengh of rope

(2013)

Sometimes by change a lesson gets learned

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