There was duct tape
on his automatic weapon,
his eyes fidgeted,
no smiles
& his finger
nervously
stroked the trigger.
No joke,
all of sixteen,
he was,
it made me realize,
I wasn't in Kansas
anymore.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
There was duct tape
on his automatic weapon,
his eyes fidgeted,
no smiles
& his finger
nervously
stroked the trigger.
No joke,
all of sixteen,
he was,
it made me realize,
I wasn't in Kansas
anymore.
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