Pistol

A Poem by Winter

When you touch me it is like,

The smoke of the last,

Bullet leaving the gun..."poof"

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Added on February 11, 2009
Last Updated on February 11, 2009

Hello, I'm in the 11th grade, amd I love writing. Period. more..