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Tongue and Cheek
It has taken ahold of me once more.
Basking and marinating;
my life is in limbo.
At a halt,
with a glance,
Hope arises,
and then just as quickly sets as the sun.
Moments are cherished
but then despised with a gun.
Feeling the chambers loaded with each shell,
the thought it so real,
so quick,
so painless.
So easy.
But where does that leave us?
Going fo...
Friday 25th September 2015 3:37 am
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