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Aug 7
Hurtful words rip through the sky
Arrows dipped in a lethal poison
Penetrating the flesh of the good
Keen heads embedded in tickers
They don't go through me
Not even an inch of their bodies
My heart is protected by confidence
Like what a knight wears on his back

Just something I whipped up. I couldn't write it last night because it was so late.
Samantha Szumloz
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Samantha Szumloz  F/New Jersey
(F/New Jersey)   
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