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