Gun In Hand (Sad) Poem by Poet of the River

Gun In Hand (Sad)

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I do go kinda crazy when i here a symbol of that perfect pitch,
the one that sounds like a gun firing,
in between my lips,
I know the moment the trigger begins to bend,
and the bullet leaves the gun,
that my pointless life of pain will come to an end,
an ending that can never be undone.

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California, but move around a lot.
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