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Encounter

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In his hand I saw the gun
Black and shiny bright
It was a pistol, very small
It gleamed from the street light

The gun was pretty as it shone
Pretty, black and cold
I heard as words were said to me
And did as I was told

I never saw his face at all
The gun drew in all light
I turned and heard a metal click
Then silence, in the night.

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