She pulled the poem from her holster
and took dead aim at my brow.
The last thing I remember
is her blowing the smoke away.
Chagall 2015
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She pulled the poem from her holster
and took dead aim at my brow.
The last thing I remember
is her blowing the smoke away.
Chagall 2015
