Often she heals me
when the world seems to have it's guns out
And when the days are not generous
And the city itself is a wild animal
I reach for her
As those who surround pull triggers
The day a thief of cheer at times
She is there to appease it's crimes
She mends my bullet proof vest
pulls out the shrapnel and sends me back out there
with a grin as vicious as a shotgun
When she smiles at me I'm reloaded
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