The Man He KilledA Poem by A.a VerkThe bullet now burns deep in my chest, He shot first, I failed the test,
Why were we fighting? I've got not a clue, I now lay here dying, In hundred dollar shoes,
I lay on the ground as still as still, On that day, I was the man he killed. © 2012 A.a VerkReviews
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1 Review Added on February 14, 2012 Last Updated on February 15, 2012 AuthorA.a VerkCosta Mesa, CAAboutAs it stands I'm just somebody who has more time on my hands than I had planned. A while back I had written a small story for a friend. Now with the extra time I have on my hands I decided I would exp.. more..Writing
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