double barrel buckshotA Poem by Estecold hot steel. sun. uneasy angry twitchy feelings finger. linger.
sweat drips, eyes burn rope rips, stomach churns hands drawn, mouths cry hope is gone, someone dies.
d b o a u r b r l e e l buckshot © 2008 Este |
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Added on February 14, 2008 |