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Last Resort

Last Resort

It all went wrong 
It should've been simple 
We had it all planned 
But somehow that plan 
Slipped out of our hands 
The sirens, the panic 
It happened so fast 
But God, the screaming 
The sound of the clash
The bleeding was instant 
Then silence at last 
Silence until it came...
With a crash 
Sitting at gun point 
Windows all smashed
Father had told me                                             "This too shall pass"
Dropped to my knees                                     Hands on my head 
Bleeding profusely                                     Covered in red
Eyes to the sky, nothing inside 
Mother I'm sorry to tell you

Goodbye

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Never Unknown

CO, This is an amazing right I'd say one of my favorites by you, I know others feel the same they just need a jump start! Keep pumping out Master Pieces like this and the World will know the name "Curious Onlooker"

Much love, NU

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Curious Onlooker

Thanks Lisa!! I miss the funnel deeply and look forward to seeing that remarkable writing ability of yours and it's progression!

Much love beautiful,

                                    Curious Onlooker 

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The Bee

You're on fire Curious, another classic, keep 'em coming, enjoying your work very much :-)

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Curious Onlooker

Thank you, you know I love to see the love!

Much love, CO 

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