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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
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Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
Arrow (Metaphor Poem)
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
ElizabethSquires
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Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
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