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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Aiming In

Aim blame
And target the heart.
Break arrow ends
And twist the darts.

Feed the strings
To a quivering refrain.
The muscle stops
And hope drains.

Sun burns the flamed arrows
Of the self-argued sheath.
Melts with welcomed
The ice around belief.

Sifts through the madness
To songs of one accord.
To brighten the light
That was covered and abhorred.

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