You might think
I was shot at.
Which I was.
But the bullet proof
armour I tend to
walk around with
worked according
to plan.
Didn’t see anything.
Didn’t hear anything.
Smelled and
tasted
nothing.
But I felt it.
I fuckin’ felt it
in my god
damned
guts.
Well,
that’s what
it’s like
living on
the edge.
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