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Everywhere, everyday, humans do the same things, repeat their actions like machinery. And if one person is reected to many times...well then, he may just get his gun.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 128 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3018497
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Touch wood for luck
Count to ten, and then run
Wait for a warning and duck
And then…kiss the gun
Turn your head and cough
Bite your nails and hum
Shout down the phone like a boss
But come on, kiss the gun
Sip your tea like a lady
Tell me yes, no- for fun
Run from your house like you're crazy
You're going to kiss the gun
Lock your windows, bolt your door
Close the curtains then you're done
Hide beneath bed, with face against floor
I'll make you kiss the gun
Knock- Knock and Bang-Bang
You crumple down like a deer that's stun
Before I leave I do all I can
Kiss your lips then kiss the gun.
BANG.
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