If you want we can walk,
I know a great little place where we can overwhelm ourselves in trophy words,
Enough to confuse, disorient and forget relevance.
It holds its bearing like a concubine.
I will twist the letters so you can see, decode my metaphors and nerve endings;
Cut away the filler so that you can understand me.
It was never said and it was never heard.
It was just four letters barely even a word.
Almost like a shotgun wedding with a shotgun ending and the bullet casing around her finger.
The nervousness will set in and he will try to run.
He's got bullets in his stomach and butterflies in his gun.
It doesnt matter if you're playing dead when nobody cares if you're alive.
You broke your heart and now its bleeding on my shoes.
Compassion never reminded me of you.

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