My baby shot me down,
put my body in the ground.
Stomped on my heart,
click, bang now apart.
My baby shot me I'm gone,
a notion I have spawned,
and haunt her nights.
I'm the mirrors reflection fright.
I'm the sudden sound and breeze,
the objects that move so free.
I'm the overwhelming feeling,
the shadow crawling on her ceiling.
My baby shot me.
I'm hers now.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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