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Mar 2012
we **** with the arrow pointing down
at the fallen, we strike without mercy.

we stretch looking at the compass,
no idea where else
to look for meaning,
because the pages have
caught fire, spontaneously,
leaving the world
without words to follow.

we **** with the arrow pointing down,
lost in the aim of the compass.
Nicole Marie Fraticelli
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