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Aug 2020
Aim
watching arrow after arrow
fall from grace like countless sparrows
I don't know what I would do
if I should ever shoot the Moon

I would gain much greater glory
if I could chase closer quarry
but I aim beyond my range
so nothing ever has to change
Written by
Ciel Noir
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       efni and Melanii
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