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A heartbeat beyond perception,
the verse becomes alive
Its arrow fixed, its prey in sight,
-new truth to hunt old lies
As light grows scarce, it draws its bow,
with aim both clear and true
To strike deceptions middle eye,
-the devil left to spew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
the verse becomes alive
Its arrow fixed, its prey in sight,
-new truth to hunt old lies
As light grows scarce, it draws its bow,
with aim both clear and true
To strike deceptions middle eye,
-the devil left to spew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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