Bring Your Gun

The Lover’s Suicide, Musigh
She said, “kill me”
She said, “do you have a gun?”
She said, “let’s do it together”
He said, nothing.
He said, “I don’t have a gun”
He felt, her pain
He gave, her his love
It’s all he had.
He didn’t have a gun,
But that’s all she needed.
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