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Bullets Are Built

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When bullets whisper,
breath whisking away
sings softly silent
dreams of day’s dead.

A shadow of sin
lingers long after
tears of those takers
dry distant, unseen.

Failures first cry 'fore
they aim and let fly
a bullet built back
when all appeared well.

Columbine culminated
far before the bullet flew.



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