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Honey and grease line the barrel.
Sights clog dirt caked residue.
Trigger sticks on empty clicks,
the aim of life no longer true.
Yardsticks traded up, always-
for an inch, a fraction longer-
wood bent from deep misuse,
years weaken, hardly stronger.
Unknown steps tread the dark,
smudges render false the read
no flashlight to point the way
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Honey And Grease
Date: Wednesday, 12th July 2017 @ 06:11:15 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno

Honey and grease line the barrel.
Sights clog dirt caked residue.
Trigger sticks on empty clicks,
the aim of life no longer true.
Yardsticks traded up, always-
for an inch, a fraction longer-
wood bent from deep misuse,
years weaken, hardly stronger.
Unknown steps tread the dark,
smudges render false the read
no flashlight to point the way
at the end when most in need.

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