Freeverse 321

5/9/20

I reached for the gun
the singing gun
to sing me to sleep
I move my ear closer
now I'm listening
I can hear the ocean of bullets inside
I'm six years old again
getting warmly tucked in by mom
my cat is cuddling my feet and my dog is licking my face
the sheets are cool like metal
lullabye byes are the hardest

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