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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is the first installment of a memoir in poetry form.

Submitted: July 16, 2018

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Submitted: July 16, 2018

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There is a star I'd love to reach. A beauty to which, I'll seldom speak. Restless, she never sleeps; A perfect thing I don't beseech.

Forever beyond the steepest peak; Vacuities blight, she flirts with death. Burning bright yet so discreet; Her warming light, I don't yet grasp.

There's a star I may never reach. From this steep hill, I cannot go. Light-years and gravity both stay our feet; Her eluding heart, I may never know.


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