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Nov 2010
Your eyes strain to see
A warm gun pointed at me
Darkness chokes the scene
You wonder what it all means
You see something in his eyes
A dark sea of lies
He seems so desperate so scared
A wild dog with his teeth bared
Money is hard to find
It alters your state of mind
He says he wants your purse
He spits out a curse
The words fall ******* the ground
Then there isn't a sound
You hesitate your eyes glued to the gun
It glimmer as bright as the sun
you toss the purse towards him
He shoves me towards you, it looked grim
He ran away into the night
That was quite the fright
Patrick McCombs
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