"There was the boom of a bass drum, and the voice of the orchestra leader rang out suddenly above the echolalia of the garden." - The Great Gatsby
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August 24, 2012
handgun
the very thought of him causes my fingers to curl into the shape of a gun. it calms me. soothes me, even. until i realize that two fingers are pointing right back at me. bang bang.
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