Witless

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I recall
Your face
As it
Was
Boyish features
Gleaming charm
Impish smile
Grinning ear
To ear.

Then
It shot you
In the head
Could’ve been
My brain
Instead.
Abstract painting
On the white wall
A portrait of
A never-man.
It shot you
In the head
And everything
Is so distinctly different
Ever since
You lost your wits.

Bits of sprayed skulls,
No intention
To be mean
a lesson
In silent screams
Withdrawals from
Dopamine

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