Rara Avis

when she was seventeen she bit into the red skin of an apple
– in the cold
she said mama why won’t you help me now that I filled your empty covers
mama said – in the ground
 
but i know somewhere out here i’ll find my
find my way back home
 
shoot my poison arrow into the blinding darkness
shoot my poison arrow and let love come waltzing in
 
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made her tiptoe in the fault of buried –
 
she said mama became the beast – ghost that held her hostage
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but i know somewhere out here i’ll find my
find my way back home
 
shoot my poison arrow into the blinding darkness
shoot my poison arrow and let love come waltzing in
 
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someone –
 
shoot my poison arrow into the blinding darkness
shoot my poison arrow and let love come waltzing in