Guns and Bullets

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It was an accidental fire through mind’s ceilings
As loaded gun backfired with bullets of feelings

The trigger was pulled n’ the bullets fled
Gun got emptied as life bled red

A rush of bullets zinged in a blink
Barring any time to think a thing

Thus, mercy the mind which showed the higher road
Or else, a soul was left to implode like a spode

Vasan

Tech Enthusiast | Linguaphile | Idealist | Aspiring Content Strategist | Content Writer at Smartprix.com

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