

The Gun"The Gun"The Gun
It brushes by the temple, feels too cold. Now moving up, it rests within the thatch of gold. The trigger grips eternity so tight while I my life could never catch.
Within the circle of a round, a match for sorrow can be found. I thirst for light but find I drift. Why sell them in a batch when one will do to end this blasted night?
I cannot see but have my dream in sight. Was I not shot from rifled barrel Chance into this world? Does it not seem all right and good that I be shot back out again? &nbs


Too Fast"Too Fast"Too Fast
I work and learn and earn the whole day through, repay the stalwart soul with Prizes for forsaken Pride so much that I no longer cried nor pleaded with a broken heart that life should not so like a dart be pulled to task and then let loose to fly too fast through death's dread noose which lies at man's last drop of life to cut it short with bitter knife. I simply want a day to rest.
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For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Hope you're well.
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For she was all that was left when they'd sifted
Through industy's ashes for unspent souls.
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For she was all that was left when they'd sifted
Through industy's ashes for unspent souls.
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"Yaoi" is just a fancy word for gay sex
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