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Just A Boy
There was once
a boy who came limping
dragging a leg
with a snapped bone
tearing out of
his skin.
He came up to me
and pulled at my elbow
asking while pulling
If I had dropped this.
In his other hand
he held a bullet
A bullet that I
fumbled while
reloading after
shooting
his mother.
He limped away,
dragging the leg
with the snapped bone
while a dog licked
the dried blood
on his torn skin.
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