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aim less ly (1.17.17)

aim less ly

wandering

past shadows of

stone-faced men

who will say nothing– no thing of loss

though they be the embodiment of

slamming doors,

tear streaked women

who they loved beyond love

bitter is the burn of time

who brands each his measure and rhyme

we falter

we fail

we forget to forgive

and we aim less our arrow

at the one that we love

we wander

to wonder

at what once was

and at what could be

aim less ly aiming at less than life 

-Eva M.M.

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” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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I am currently a high school senior who writes and writes and writes in my spare time when I am not babysitting, working or spending time in a book.

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