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Dove Hunting
forgetting the true child
eyes were opened
behind the weapons
an eagerness
brilliant as the sun
smooth ideas
they will find refuge
ideas
as brilliant as the sun
smooth weapons
behind the fear
a child with eagerness
minds were opened
and she will find
disappointment
forgetting true feelings
we carried weapons
forgetting shoes, cigarettes, beer
sweating in the brilliant sun
skies were opened
hiding behind bushes
concocting ideas
like a child in our eagerness
hoping we will find
a smooth, true flight