Mighty Bang

I aimed for the heart –

the core the crux

of the mess I'd made

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the solution above me

around me about me, not within

absolve myself of blame

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but when I reach the fog

the cloud the mist, I hid

from sharp eyes like hail

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they saw me better

than I could ever

I know I've got to change

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I'd aimed and shot

thought I'd escaped

but they'd hit me in the brain.

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