Gun Man

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There he was holding the gun in place, I couldn’t imagen seeing his face.
I never thought i’d come to this,
But when he pullef the trigger.. Oh how I’ll miss.
To see him lying on the floor a savage grin upon his face,
Watching the blood drip and pour,
Well maybe he’s in a better place.

This poem was written/submitted by LoveXCore.

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