Dark as the Night in he Dimmest City by Trent Xavier

I am
Silent
equally balanced and sharp on all sides
with a flavor that gives the best honey hots some competition
Singular
A number besides pi that never ends
50 degrees below zero
soaring through life like the sparrow that strayed north
Timeless
like Grand Marnier or Gone With the Wind
clothed in an outfit for any occasion
Broken
but beautiful
like an old string once used to play sacred melodies
With death on my conscience
my stomach turns after every click of the cylinder
knowing that next time, the hammer may hit the shell
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