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I peer at my target in awe,
I check my mark over and over
Grasping my bow with practised composure,
I close my eyes, letting a slow exhale escape my lips
Through the breeze, my arrow slips,
Warm, gentle, curious eyes
Peaceful thoughts, shallow sighs,
Red escapes her velvet coat
Contrast to her slim white throat,
Her last breath was not one of pain or agony,
Rather,
Bliss
To be at peace.
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notnocturne
I'm an aspiring writer with an ardent love for all things fantastical, dark, and ridiculous, and I'm looking for people who can help me develop my craft into something magical. I wanted to post my writing on here to start getting feedback.
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