In my head, I hide a gun
its pointing at me and thats no fun
it reloads every time I whirl my head
around something not worth the dread

The safety is off, my feelings may pull the trigger
One more worry, and the gun would fire, I figured
Its heavy, not the gun, but my thoughts
They work well together like tight knots

Dearest bullets, stay the fuck away from me
'Cause I’ll be tempted t...

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Taken from poetry album A Healing for Gaia. www.deanfrasercentral.com

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