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My body quakes remembering the day that boy past away;

The sound of the shot that took his life away;

The pain in his eyes took my gaze away;

He lie there gasping for life when my sister pulled me body away;

And now I lay as a reoccurring image that seeps my dreams away;

What hath been given can be taken away;

Remembrance of the quote had my heart at ache;

No tears can come close to reflecting this pain;

When a boy lay in the sky's blanket of darkness shielding this cruel display;