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Bullets

One bullet exits, straight for me-
I didn't deserve that busted knee.

The second one only grazes by-
I just barely kept my eye.

The third one strikes home, right in the heart-
Well.. maybe it didnt quite hit the mark.

The fourth shot is nearly fatal-
But landed right above my naval.

I see the gun raised, blood in my eyes,
Another muzzle flash, but somebody heard my cries!

The sixth shot rings, and I know it's done.
When the man came down with a heavy thud.

And now I'm waiting for emergency stitching,
Trying to piece together what my father was thinking.
Written by Deontejordan (D. Jordan)
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