fueling myself at the local bar
flying out into the dark, vagrant nights
I became a kamikaze zero picking
dog fights
with the loser punk in the pawn shop
mirror
broken nosed angry I joined the force
finding myself between the wounded
clearly seeing myself between the dead
life here in the limits made sense
the appreciation increased with the threat
praying no early goodbyes
“God give me another try'
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