Emma D'Alessio, Poetry
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Bodies
Tick tock
Bang of a glock
Top shock
Bodies get rocked
Time stops
Heart beats pick up
Nameless named faces
Don’t leave any traces
Bullets and shells
Rain down and men fell
Feet start to run
The butt of a gun
Hangs in the hand
Of a stone cold dead man
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