Powder your fuck ups
Powder your cheeks
Porcelain, perfect
Hazy and dream-like
Ready for war,
Wait in the clinic
Arms at your side
Tongue at the ready
Finger release,
An easy mistake
Stumble out drunkenly
Future delayed
Outline your eyes,
With a scope
Or a barrel
The safety released
Watch for a sign,
Real or conjured
In the spiraling metronome
Of your mind
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