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The bowstring's song

9/20/2016

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I nocked the arrow
Drew back
And waited


To see
If you
Would turn back


Potential energy
Tightly controlled
Between my crooked fingers


I etched your sins
Into the arrowhead
With those
You don't
Need poison


I wanted
To hear
The bowstring's song
But you
Kept walking


It isn't fair
To shoot
A man
In the back
Since you can't
Watch his eyes
As he dies
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