this is my bloody valentine

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this is my bloody valentine

The sound of a bullet
sounds the same in every language.
So watch me as I load this gun
cock it back and speak to you.
POP POP sounds so sweet
as the shells hit the ground.
blood stains my clothes
and all four walls around.
My body collapses
legs give out under me.
Hit the ground laying there
in a cold, bloody heap.
Flying up towards the clouds
and into the sky.
It happened like this
cause I said without you I would die

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Worthless commented on this is my bloody valentine

10-01-2009

It reminds me of hunting for some odd reason... There ain't no one worth killing yourself for unless it's a child or true friend or family member or maybe even a stranger. But if she left, let her go She ain't worth it for she may be a hoe?

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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