Love Quote #7066395
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I have gunpowder in my chest instead of a heart now, and it
Format by destabilise.
I have gunpowder in my chest
instead of a heart now,
and it escapes my lips
shaped like a bullet
with your name on it.
Soft people become dangerous
when you destroy the things
they hold dearest.
instead of a heart now,
and it escapes my lips
shaped like a bullet
with your name on it.
Soft people become dangerous
when you destroy the things
they hold dearest.
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posted June 4, 2016 at 5:04pm UTC tagged with love, poetry, nikitagill, gunpowder, quote
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