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February 21, 2017
It was icy, but we didn’t care. In the ghetto, we were kids.
I listened, heard gunshots, we ran like a scared pack of deer.
I look behind, you disappeared. Looked at my shirt, blood everywhere.
© Kendall B., Katy, TX
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This is written in a korean poetic form called sijo.