The Bow
I will not undress my soul in front of your mirror,
or strip myself bare,
I won’t be your target for the arrows you pierce
through my skin
It is thin
I’m finished with sharing my innermost being
with those who are waiting to bend the bow string
ldn
or strip myself bare,
I won’t be your target for the arrows you pierce
through my skin
It is thin
I’m finished with sharing my innermost being
with those who are waiting to bend the bow string
ldn
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