point to point
arrow aimed
if i shoot remember not
to breath
your exhale may direct
my arrows course
from its natural
inclination upon the earth
everybody is vearing
id like to stay the course
even when we tread high waters
or grass or snow fields
the thickest swamp mud
i will hit my aim intended mark
you left a beautiful scar on my
heart
how it felt to feel again
with this lame planet extending
past me
with this lame heart
still beating inside of me
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