December 17, 2010
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Your mouth is my gun,
With every word that comes out of it
Is a bullet.

Every glare you’ve given me
With your eyes full of hate
Is a slice to my neck.

Every touch you lay on me
With fist pounding
Is a pill in my mouth.

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