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survival

 

the nose on bus window
youths are laughing through
like some time spent
with you

gun shots against our walls
we kissed as we cried
you gifted me a stone
thank you

sat alone
a heart beats with fear
up and down the air goes
slow

eight pints later
looking at a money maker
I drew my knife to slit their throat
silly old goat



Written by graham_brodie
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