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Bitlets 455

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Nichrysalis

Published: Jan 13, 2016

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I do not write poems
to fire bullets, but let me
warn you about triggers
in magazines and clips:
those words aren’t loaded.

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I do not write poems to pull people's triggers and as such, there are only the triggers you let your anxiety pull.

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