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Cards (19)
probably armed
possibly not
well
myself and
somebody
else and
somebody
else
three
of a kind all letting
fly
i
see every round
as it
rips through his life
i see
broad
day
light
on the other
side
sort of
inside out
pain
itself , the
image
of
agony
his
blood shadow
stays on the
street
but i blink and he bursts through the
doors
of the
bank
,
sleep
and hes possibly
armed
probably not ,
dream
and hes torn about by a dozen
rounds
and the
drink
and
drugs
wont
flush
him out
hes here in my head when i
close my eyes
some distant sun
stunned
sand smothered
land
his
bloody
life in my
bloody
hands
the theme of lasting
guilt
life and
death
for victim and killer
inner
and
exterior conflict
remains and
exposure
are both about first hand soldiers experience
carted off
on another occasion we got sent out