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Knucklehead

One time I wrote a poem that said


Shoot me in the back of the head


But don't make a mess, I don't want


My last act to be one of charity


From a stranger in a strange land


I know I won't be alone because


I have you


To pull the trigger


And I always pictured myself in front


Of a mirror in that sand situation


I'm ready to forget I say to myself


And in the mirror one thousand screams


Shatter face, and infinity complexities


Upholding the immortal archway at once


And also the same, walking through the


Gate to find thyself in flames.

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