Writing Every Which Way

Novels, poems, and writing tips

A name forgotten by time

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She was pure at first,

Asking to be tainted,

Making her way in the world

By sneaking out with her face painted.

Men didn’t know her age

And didn’t ask.

She smiled with lipstick stained teeth,

Her face shroud in a mask.

She could have gone far,

Could have done things right.

Instead her name was forgotten

And few learned of her plight.

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Author: Madi Uram

I'm just another young writer hoping to get noticed in the world of publication. The majority of my time is put into writing novels, but I'm no stranger to journalism, playwriting, and critical essay's, too. I'm also the author of "The Little Paragons" which can be found on Amazon.com.

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