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The Silencer
She whispers an aberration,
with mouth of soot stained metal.
Pointing out deluded self-doubt,
muzzling lies with targeted fire.
Seizing breath without sound,
at least four Turks and a Russian
With little or no repercussion.
Synapsed heart from sharp to steel.
Drinking shots after taking shots,
murdering time as it flies fast home,
past window of his decamped rea...
Sunday 14th February 2016 4:28 pm
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