.I'm suspended now,
Hanging in the gray of a weather beaten town
December rolls around,
Lays a blanket of herself on the ground where comfort lives in sound,
Like a gun laying cold on the ground, no way to spell it out.
Still much to say of a gun left down.
Most of me is elsew.
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