A Wren's Poems
A break from the flow of life.
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Standoff
Waiting
Our generation
One bullet
In the chamber
Left.
Hand at the ready
Calm and steady
Eye to the eye
One shot one
kill.
Lets settle this.
At high noon.
My pen to your exam.
This is the end.
Die.
Wren
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