Desperate Man
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with hard desperate hands,
and cold desperate eyes,
he stands on the precipice
looking for a way...
and all his ideals, morals,
and convictions fade
into one pulsing need...
to survive.
hand on the gun,
eyes fixed....
back against the wall!
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