A stick.
A string.
A bow.
The twang
as the arrow
leaves it.
The twang
praising
the imprint
it makes
on the air,
caressing
the breach
no one sees
shivering
struck
A stick.
A string.
A bow.
The twang
as the arrow
leaves it.
The twang
praising
the imprint
it makes
on the air,
caressing
the breach
no one sees
shivering
struck
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