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I sit, relaxed in a cozy chair.
My eyelids slam shut, cutting off my stare.
A jolt ,a shock across my side.
'Don't be a wuss,' my bro did say.
I took his advice that quiet day.
Now I sit upon this cozy chair,
and, like a wuss, quiver in pain from hair to hair.
- Title: Pain
- Artist: Myraseth
- Description: I was shot almost point blank by a BB, and thinking about it made this poem.
- Date: 05/06/2012
- Tags: pain
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