Special Ops
Special Ops!
My heart needs a tourniquet
For all the holes you burned in it...
So the bleeding stops!
You'll rue the day for this offense
And suffer without recompense...
My job's Special Ops!
deborah burch©
5/01/2012
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
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