Gun Powder Caught In My Hair
Losing all the puzzle of me
Wasting more than the eye can see
Growing ice like a flower in the sun
Then to bear the weight of undone
Dragging me through breathless air
Gun powder caught in my hair
Do it, go on I dare
Shoot me, no one is there
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