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One Gunshot

Born from my mother’s belly
She spat me
out into the world
I cried
I sang
She stayed
I flew.

Flew, fly, flying
No time
to stop;
Fast, faster, fastest
I ran.

Until I buried
myself
in
a chest.

Hidden treasure, dying.



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