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i breath in
the gun smoke
the corpsy smell
makes me choke
i see someone comming
toward me this way
i lift my head
and flinch away
the guns berral
touches my head
voice caught in my throte
nothing was said
the white flag i held
meant nothing to him
my blood soacked the ground
but this wound would mend
i climb to my feet
he looks at my face
his silent lips move
but nothing to say
i lift my gun
my fingers curl
that poor man
was killed by a girl