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By Justin Case Submitted by jwb71913 Date: 2004 Jun 24 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.24.15.12.6997]] |
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The stench of cordite burns my eyes Your brains smeared on the wall I'll never hear your daily lies Or observe you as you fall Your hands are red from potting plants Your face looks like a sloppy joe I put the pistol in my pants But before I turn and go My mind drifts back to better days When first our paths converged When love and lust were all the craze And our bodies often merged At last my soul is free of you The closure I've been needing Your skin is turning shades of blue And you've already stopped bleeding |