hearts made of wood splinter at the
first shot
and long before the bullet hits as of a
sensitive nature they have become,
no doubt for over use or is it under,
I can never tell for no importance it
be
at least not to me anyway, yet some
might
think it cruel and callous to feel this
way
and feel differently if they will
it is all the same to me...
I cans bury them dead or I cans bury
them alive
whatever your wish may be but
if you wish at all and want it to be
true
then pay me all at once you must
otherwise, no bullet will be fired
today.
14Oct15
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