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I think her gunīs
unloaded now.
I guess tomorrow
will be after all?
Who made me judge
and jury here?
It seems Iīm bearing
witness to her fall.
I donīt know why
she cries to me.
(she keeps her pain
as company)
īCause itīs only time
before we all must
bleed.
Mirrors of her
memory
Reflect nothing with
each word she says.
Her views have got
me spinning īround.
I think sheīs burning
alters in her head.