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Too Dangerous to Fire

All the ingredients for potential: guns grief and whiskey
The old Winchester lays in waiting on the shelf
I’m told its too dangerous to fire
And wonder at that irony

The potential in my arms
And hips
They way they can move
Produce and destroy
The baby they could hold
Or drop
Or lose
Maybe its just too dangerous to fire

What do you do with a gun that won’t fire?
What do I do with my empty hands?
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  1. pppJune 2, 2009 at 1:12 PM

    My favorite poem so far... beautiful

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  2. 逆円助July 4, 2009 at 3:15 AM

    さあ、今夏も新たな出会いを経験してみませんか？当サイトは円助交際の逆、つまり女性が男性を円助する『逆円助交際』を提供します。逆円交際を未経験の方でも気軽に遊べる大人のマッチングシステムです。年齢上限・容姿・経験一切問いません。男性の方は無料で登録して頂けます。貴方も新たな出会いを経験してみませんか

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