the keenly sharped arrows of arguments
that i will never use
on the person i intend them for
whom i will hurt at no cost
instead, from inside my head
they will poke and puncture my mood
to bloody tatters
(and when they lose their edge,
their rust will seep into
many genial moments in the future,
giving me the worst version of sunset evenings)
that i will never use
on the person i intend them for
whom i will hurt at no cost
instead, from inside my head
they will poke and puncture my mood
to bloody tatters
(and when they lose their edge,
their rust will seep into
many genial moments in the future,
giving me the worst version of sunset evenings)
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