The Bullet
One move from pulling the trigger.
Is there a bullet in it?
Is there not a bullet in it?
Only you can decide.
Do you dare to find out if there is a bullet?
Do you keep the bullet in?
You call the loaded gun a bluff,
However, I know if it is or is not a bluff.
Both of us hold the bullet,
But one of us can decide the fate of the bullet.
Does the bullet show?
Does the bullet release?
All it takes it is one push,
You decide if the bullet is worth the shot.
Either way, the trigger is pulled.
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