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Tap, rack, bang
It's too late
The gun jammed
Wait
Take my aim
Breathe out flames
You are damned
Prey
You're no mate
You're a saint
Use your hands
Pray
I am fake
You create
For your sake
Copyright © Jonathan Smith | Year Posted 2019
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