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Pale star.

Pale star,


against my lips.

In hazy dreams

pressed to my heart

like the pages

of an old novel.
In my ravine

I hide

loved  infinetly

for my sarcasm and realism,

for my honesty and brutality,

for the taste of coffee 




you say,

I am free now.

-Eva M.M.

For my pale star on nights when I feel alone in this world, you show me I am not and that in words we are closer than we may think.

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



I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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