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A curtain
of oily black webs
Thoughts that last
Between the screaming scenes.
A shirt on
tattered up to shreds
dirtied fast:
blood seeping from it's seams.
A sun
withered and frail
rotten brown
and burnt itself to dust.
of oily black webs
Thoughts that last
Between the screaming scenes.
A shirt on
tattered up to shreds
dirtied fast:
blood seeping from it's seams.
A sun
withered and frail
rotten brown
and burnt itself to dust.
i like the 3rd stanza the most i think, editted it in on Oct 1st
not sure if the 2nd stanza really goes with the whole poem...i'd be grateful of any comments in general or abut that.
not sure if the 2nd stanza really goes with the whole poem...i'd be grateful of any comments in general or abut that.
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The second line brings such imagery to mind though, it must stay... I really like this though hun... Great work...
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