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︻╦╤─ ɢᴜɴ ─╤╦︻

 

They never found the gun,

when

        the bullet

                      and

                           the

                               damage

                                            done.

 

But in his head the parabellum,

lodged    

           within

                    his

                        cerebellum,

 

tortured, fried and traumatised,

condemned

                   to

                      hell,

                            his

                                unheard

                                            cries.

 

He cursed the day he signed his name,

to

   be

       the

            pawn,

                    within

                             their

                                    game...

 

 

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