

Love is a warm gunBroken hearts and block slides. Uranium rounds and irreconcilable differences.Love is a warm gun
You lock it, you load it. Compassion and altruism at 60 rounds per second.
This is passionate destruction. Your emotional scars imprinted on a tattered childhood flack jacket hued in a shade of green named for the fruit that grows on the branch of peace.
This is too weighty for biblical birds to carry.
Fiancees and firing pins. Time apart and trigger guards.
To this supposed ceasefire, your violent cacophony of mixed messages and passive aggressive stances lend the ultimate jux
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