A cool breeze down from above

A cool breeze blew over my soul as

the bullet bit into my veins.

Bright glow of the fiery hit as

my leg throbbed up to my brains.

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Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven as

the social crowd was forming.

I'll allow just one more breath as

this hazard of a dozen was conforming.

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My adult mind casts back to childhood as

the maple trees were producing syrup.

Amber color with dark, deep hints as

if pizza with syrup could stack up.

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Never, ever has a day like this been as

deeply flowing as the river shares love.

My timer is up, my song is sung as

though visions flashed down from above.