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a floating gun spelled your face in the wake

a knotted gun spit and sank in the soup

a flowered gun closed its eye and slept

a misty gun named a bee and circled

a throated gun chewed the dice and understood

a mirror gun opened the fridge and coughed

a tower gun lay on the floor and swirled

a wooden gun splintered and burned in the attic

a liquid gun shaped your leg and ran

a written gun folded a shirt and belched

a paginated gun shit on a sheet flapping in wind

a boiled gun opened the door to shed its skin

a nasal gun was turning its knob and singing

a suit of gun plundered the closet full of ash

a tree of gun counted a bird in the sky

a frozen gun thought of an exploding glass of beer

a voice of gun crawled over the floor and

                             talked to the shoes under the bed