It's at the tip of my tongue.
A trigger.
And it's done.
Words shoot out of my mouth.
So uncouth.
But,who pulled the trigger?
You don't remember.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...