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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.
Lady Ravenhill Jul 2017
Feel good in your skin
Ready to take on the world
Don't let it eat you
©LadyofRavenhill 2017
Haiku #37

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