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only just started poetry so please tell me what you think and tell me how i can change my work to better it... |
Standard cubic room,
high square windows...
Deep fears burning,
different places there...
Broken in half,
torn in two...
Twas the night of a nightmare,
fragments stuck like glue...
Tall and withered flower,
browned papery petal...
Tall and withered flower,
browned papery petal...
Twas the night of a nightmare,
fragments stuck like glue...
Broken in half,
torn in two...
Deep fears burning,
different places there...
Standard cubic room,
high square windows...
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When life gives you lemons,make grape juice. Then sit back and let the world wonder how the heck you did it. |