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A Savage Projectile by Steve Gaines
A savage projectile through the air,
Is it meant for me?
It denies the me who I am,
For I cannot be, without my pride.
The object stings as it plunges into its destination,
My soul.
Funny, how a word,
Pains so deeply.
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