gentle,
he wore a beret,
played a guitar in the park
on Saturdays.
soft spoken and shy.
the girls loved him,
and so did I,
but in a different way.
just friends..
so it surprised me when
he picked up
a brick to kill
the injured pigeon.
it's broken
wing twisted, forever
bent.
how easily
he struck it violently,
again and again
until it was motionless.
i thought differently
about him,
then.
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