Quill Pen Feather

You were shooting arrows
Into the sky
Hitting marks not seen by
Naked eyes
You dropped one from the quiver
I handed it back, now I’m bleeding
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I’m bleeding
I’m breathing
I’m bleeding
I’m breathing
You were throwing colors
Upon canvas walls
With your brush strokes chaos
In between the lines
You splashed upon the ceiling
It dripped on my skin, now I’m bleeding
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You were writing letters
To the puppeteer
With your quill pen feather
Weaving in the wind
Your words cut through the human
Mending wounds but still bleeding
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