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I think— I think there was a man and a woman... They were arguing. Inside the man’s tightly curled fist Rested a pistol With his index finger slumbering on the trigger. The woman, Unalarmed, stepped forwards Challenging the man. He jumped in reaction, The gun flailing along with his taut, strained arms. The woman began to shout, when An explosion of gunpowder Cut open all the air And everything went silent.
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
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I think— I think there was a man and a woman... They were arguing. Inside the man’s tightly curled fist Rested a pistol With his index finger slumbering on the trigger. The woman, Unalarmed, stepped forwards Challenging the man. He jumped in reaction, The gun flailing along with his taut, strained arms. The woman began to shout, when An explosion of gunpowder Cut open all the air And everything went silent.
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
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