(12-02-02)
A picture of you
Appeared unexpectedly.
Little assassin.
Tiny weapons not strong enough to
Kill.
A flesh wound, yes.
All the poison in your arrows
Has dried and caked.
Become useless.
A minor irritant.
All the silly ropes,
I allowed myself to be bound by you.
I stand and shake the
Shackles of my past.
Brush off the dust you
Threw on me.
You become
So hard to see.
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