echoed gunshots at evening's end -
they assuage my anxious soul;
if we're all just wastes of oxygen,
then someone's got to go.
~10/08
gunshot/sin
Subjects: philosophy , poetry
echoed gunshots at evening's end -
they assuage my anxious soul;
if we're all just wastes of oxygen,
then someone's got to go.
~10/08
Subjects: philosophy , poetry
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