It was a bullet that hit her,
out of nowhere it passed right by her,
she never saw it coming,
but she felt it in her,
The pain, The momentum,
It was just a split-second,
For the bullet was on a different course,
But it left a mark on her,
On her skin that should've been kissed,
that should've been caressed,
and should've known only tenderness,
It left a scar for a lifetime,
It was a ricochet...
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