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[sid] => 34696
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[aid] => mick
[title] => your gun, my wound, your shovel, my grave
[time] => 2004-02-12 06:56:41
[hometext] => well, read and comment on my favorite work, if you feel so inclined...
[bodytext] => i watch you carress the cold alloy you brush the metal against your clothes it glides over your jacket my eyes follow movement as your finger wraps itself around the trigger your blood red nail polish appears to be flowing, but that could just be a premonition, the sight of my river of life that will trickle to a stand still, and flow no more tonight it would be a lie to say i didn't miss you because you still occupy my thoughts my subconcious is filtered with vivid images of you so put a bullet in the chamber for each memory i treasure and riddle my body with them puncture my face, disillusion my affection with spiraling silver holes so would a harsh smile break your face if i were happy to see you? or anger fill those eyes once stained with longing as you willfully cock this loaded gun...? the drawback of the hammer similair to the steps you took to retreat away from me you turned your back and walked away creating a sense of distance for me and one of security for you pressure is placed upon the final step my grave is dug the end inevitable but if you handed me your weapon i would shoot myself to bring my end about swiftly then bury myself in the happy memories i keep of "you and i" are they still happy for you? obviously not, as you pat the freshly packed mound of earth and toss the shovel aside i lay buried with my right arm raised fingers extended and side by side, my wrist connects with my arm creating a right angle but i didn't wish to stop you no, if my blood was flowing and my mind could process movement signals i would be waving you goodbye, and kissing you goodnight but my blood stains your lips and dirt fuses to my sticky cheeks so this is my goodnight kiss... this sweetheart, is goodbye [comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 22 [informant] => infedelity_hurts [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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