The target lies ahead
Green arrow spearing serpent hearts
The tearing in two of what was once never apart
Cement rain clouds taking autumn away
Tearing fern stems without a care
I used to sit for hours and feel the tickle of the prick
The fern was left with nothing but its bones
Single moments of pleasure outlived its glory
Dare I look to you
Dare I ask the moon
Dare I expose myself
For I am not afraid
I just don't know if there's anything left to expect
Trampling along in a fresh calm
I feel foreign when the wind blows my hair like this
I want to kiss
Lift me into the ocean wreck
I will battle monsters and sail to sea
This is where the sirens and titans meet me
I lay here waiting
Green arrow shoot me inside
Green arrow pointing toward the target
Green arrow point yourself
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