Don't give him a gun,
Loaded with lies,
Pointed at your heart,
With fire in his eyes.
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The Lace Age | ongoing.
Poetry"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.
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Don't give him a gun,
Loaded with lies,
Pointed at your heart,
With fire in his eyes.
