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Apr 2013
whoosh
duck
squat down low
there goes
another arrow

that one almost jagged
between the vertebra
almost placed the target
into a state of inertia

whoosh
there is another
flying at close range
that one was too close
of range

the armor plate
must be worn
as the arrows
are from
the bows
of those who
falsely state
that they are mates

whoosh
it passes by
that arrow
duck
for it
punctures
through
to the spinal
marrow
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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