Will you prove my love, And take you to the shooting gallery, Order ten shots, And an air rifle with real power. This flower is supposed to be my symbolic artifact. Focus on us goals. But miss. Again and again Again and again she looks at me sweetly. Let me get started! I say no ! , She tugs at the gun. I refuse. Spoilsport! she cries. A scramble arises, Suddenly a shot! Right in my heart, I scream in pain. It bursts and breaks vertebrae red, black white, expelled from paradise. We two
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