#poetrywars pop goes the

May 7, 2014

#poetrywars

pop goes the pistol through my head

I lay in the bedroom unspeakably dead

No one will ever think about my body on the bed

No one will wonder the last words I said

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </p>