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February 21, 2017
By Winterfresh BRONZE, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
Winterfresh BRONZE, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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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.


The author's comments:

This is written in a korean poetic form called sijo.


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