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~sunken Arrow~

Golden wood from ancient tree
carved with heart and soul of me,
Here to bleed upon the bow
free of Cupid's prized arrow.

Pointed edge has sunken deep
almost blinded by its keep,
Drip these words spilling on skin
pulling free yet arrow's in.

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