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“Hold me,” it practically said.
The pistol was my best worst enemy.
On the other hand,
it wanted to be held-
like a newborn baby.
Shoving it away did no good.
It was the only thing I knew.
Hungry, hammered, hated, whole-
no, I didn’t feel whole.
I need that left-out piece.
Falling forever, while standing firm.
Is this where the beginning ends?
And where the end begins?
Too many questions and not enough answers-
BANG!
- by xapplexpiex |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/05/2008 |
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- Title: The Artist in the Ambulance
- Artist: xapplexpiex
- Description: The title is from a song by the band Thrice.
- Date: 12/05/2008
- Tags: artist ambulance poem thrice
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