by James WF Roberts The gun on the table mocks me. It calls to me. It knows me. It knows my secrets. It knows everything I’ve done. This dormant metal god, looks at me. “Do it. Do it. End it now. End it all. Put my cold metal shaft between your lips. Embrace bliss”. […]
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