I can feel you waiting.
Waiting for ammo.

She's a gunslinger by day, a lawyer at lunch,
and a bully when she wants me to know shes in charge.
A magnet, a bright color, a long gone way of life.
These are the doors we open when it's cold inside.

Then theres the candy, and when it flows it comes in waves.
Like a thousand suns all setting at the same time.
Blue suns shaped like beer cans.
White suns placed in lines.
Truly, it's not laundry, we throw it all together...the girl in my mind and I.

You're building a fence, and you just can't see it.
When the wind grew large, what side did you fall on?

I can be misleading, and if you know who you are,
you'll be inclined to wonder whether I'm writing about you.
...I'm not.

Trick shots are easy when the bullets are big.
I don't wear a vest, but I'm getting a gun...
to remind myself, there's always options.

Theres always options.

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