In this dream you cradle
Your rifle in your loving arms...
And like a newborn child
You rock ever so gently away
Time spent bullets under pillows
Yellow like tiny teeth.
Live rounds behind glass frames
Down your hallway
Apr 20, 2020
Gun Lover
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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tonebone
This sounds like someone with ptsd as I knew someone with same
love the line like tiny yellow teeth