ditty dah

i shot my foot
to stop a feeling thought

i shot my words
breaking them to rhymes

i shot my heartbeats
one thump at a time

i shot myself again and again
the ink that runs the lines

i shot a mirror
breaking the forgetfulness

i shot a shadow
the mocking reflections

i shot a dream
to wake up a ghost

the mourning paper
muffling all sound

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