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A Poem by Alex

Love retched creature, stain on the lips of thousands, between the cracks of tomorrow and million sonnets carved from desperate hand. Your absence’ pungent stench fouls perfect symmetry. Like mark of Cain, our hearts are thorns in which many birds decay.  

© 2010 Alex


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Short and crisp.The imagery is brilliant and fascinating.Great Work.Keep it up!

Posted 7 Years Ago


I really liked this. Terrible (in a good way) imagery. The sounds of the words almost clash. That was a nice touch. Any specific reason you chose to write it in one stanza?

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Alex

8 Years Ago

It just wanted to be that way.I follow very little rules in my writing it just comes out ...

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Alex
Alex

High Point, NC



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I am Alexandra. One has called me many things- - I might be all these things or none of them, it does not really matter .Your opinion of me will change with whatever expectation I will or will not ful.. more..

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