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Casual Conversations or gun fighting

Gun to my head
Racing thoughts
As I tense the trigger
The air lingers
Heart pounds
Cold steel pressed upon
My face, claiming
The vacuum
The silence
My mind playing doubles
Adovcate, attacker
As I brace for action
The black holes stare
The man cocks his trigger
Grins, blinks
Opens his mouth
And fire his friendly words

~2015

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