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Bullet
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Dark It sat in my chest
the bullet of my death
the first touch of darkness
as I hold my chest on my knees
the dirt and blood on my hand
from the trench I sit in
I think of my family
and all the friends I had
I served my country
and now the bullet
serves my heart
A Soldier's Write
A creative flourish or wounded in war, a fine write for veterans. - A -