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Current mood:  calm Category: Writing and Poetry
Pulling back with muscles leading to both index fingers until they turned white, the bullet tore through my pale skin but stopped at my heart, only god and the person behind the mask knows who it was, so take off your white gloves and mold me in any shape you please, because it's warm in here and your hands are soft, my face is tired of holding this pose, wrinkles are forming to permanency and i think it's time to smile, i have a tea kettle organ in my chest that's whistling and spilling over, so give me a mug and let me pour some in, because this bullet left a great whole and my love is spilling on the floor.
11:24 PM
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