aching penetrates
my nerves, a
dozen shooting arrows
aimed for the
softest place,
tender to touch
and bruised to a sunset
gradient, lingering
after the violence of
the midnight storm
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word collection of time and thought
aching penetrates
my nerves, a
dozen shooting arrows
aimed for the
softest place,
tender to touch
and bruised to a sunset
gradient, lingering
after the violence of
the midnight storm