Infinitely Small Angles
If love is a game
I have become a savant
Playing in secret
Not just with my shots
But the crafting of armor
And when to (retreat)(regroup)
Sure I still doubt this
Seems like that is critical
For moving forward
Even my errants
Are returned from the bullseye
I am bewildered
Coincidence fell
Losing its sting years ago
But still she reminds
I honestly ask
So like a shot she cries out
"I never lost faith
You might fool the spies
You might even fool yourself
But hope is not lost."
"Shall I shoot again?
My quiver is depleted
But recharging fast."
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