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She handed me a pistol.
As she shook, she said,
"Kill me in five seconds,
or you'll be dead."
She took out her gun
as a tear slipped down her face.
So I wasted a moment
to wipe that tear away.
I felt love for her.
But in a moment
that love turned to hate.
So I took a moment
to look at the trees above
as birds flew from them
toward the sky.
I felt my anger increase,
but the love was still there
and I didn't know why.
When the fourth moment came,
I wondered who was about to die.