Gun Control Still (Now)!

If God won't save our children, and neither will Man, We must.

By Ángel SierraPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Little sink with no legs and exposed pipes in a grimy bathroom, its faucet running over freshly picked flowers.

Blood on fingertips,

Grime under nails—who fired it?

Sink leaks; burst lung pipes.

Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.

Every-writer, it's all in me... DO LOOK DOWN!

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