THE END IS NEARSIGHTED

a poem

By Aaron MorrisonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Childlike vision

Forcibly divested

Decades of blind clarity

Have only revealed

Failure

Staring back from the mirror

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About the Creator

Aaron Morrison

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Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).

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THE END IS NEARSIGHTED

a poem

About the Creator

Aaron Morrison

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