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HANDGUNS
The handguns took such little space
at the military fair in their glass topped case.
Would that I could have lifted the glass
caressed their cold hard reptile face,
but tracing the ruthless route they had travelled
how many lives had come unravelled?
and yet my desire was unabated
as separated from fact or fiction
as is gravity from weight and friction
...
Tuesday 12th April 2016 2:00 pm
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