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Rated: E · Campfire Creative · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1666290

Basically says it all. I had him, and without a warning he was gone.

[Introduction]
Your quick, fast as fire
Your buildable, starting small,
Do you not ever tire?

I hold you tight, a trigger pulled
The tricking sound of a bang
Whis is my head hulled?

As quick as sound, your gone
I am left, a slip of a finger
A peice of wood sawn

I can never find you, it' s so hard
I let you go, my best bullet
I can't even send you a card

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