Arrows protruding,
Aimless shot
Pain of the far.
Reaching out
Cannot touch.
Gaps looming,
fingers reaching.
Only touching if he reaches back.
Uncertainty trembling.
If only, if only.
19.8.10
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Here are some poems I wrote. They may not be any good, but they are mine. The abstract appeals to people in different ways. Thankyou ^.^
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