A Target
A Cold arrow
Puts "me" through
Then, turns to be warming up,
And flaring
It must be made so by my blood
And my spirit
And what "Me" is supposed to mean then?
A melting pot?
A zero point of a coordinate?
No! It means that "Me" IS just a target.
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2018
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