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July 25, 2016

Once I was a target,

the aim of each arrow…. 

spear piecing my heart, 

my mind, my being

Once I was a target,

receiving each blow,

at the centre point of being

Once I was a target, 

at first small and tender,

but now grown, standing tall

but NOW, I am the arrow

held in posit...

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