The arrow is drawn back, held steady, and released from the Cupid’s bow.
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As It turns, twists, and dances, trivial environmental disturbances are made evident
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Though every inhalation pierces my lungs like a flicker from the eye of the serpentine queen herself
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It’s organic neighbor is slowly revived and and rises in speed
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I feel atmosphere thin and calm around me as the conical burn falls stripping me of my quiver

And all I have left is a
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