Aug 27
The arrow cut through the wind,
slicing the clouds in two.
A bird was the target,
and its aim was true.
Slicing the flesh of the thing in two,
the arrow sank to the bone.
slicing the clouds in two.
A bird was the target,
and its aim was true.
Slicing the flesh of the thing in two,
the arrow sank to the bone.
(14/F/I don't know)
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