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righteous fools.
"A shooting arrow in war is oftentimes
at the mercy of the wind.
Feathers burning,
Scenery blurry...."
I would have written more about this arrow
but I could not.
Not when my aim changes
and my mind wanders to him.
I wish he had stayed.
Tragedy could be our chaotic harmony
and war would feel like a festival.
Would that be so bad?
at the mercy of the wind.
Feathers burning,
Scenery blurry...."
I would have written more about this arrow
but I could not.
Not when my aim changes
and my mind wanders to him.
I wish he had stayed.
Tragedy could be our chaotic harmony
and war would feel like a festival.
Would that be so bad?
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