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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.  

Reviews

[wordsofheart]

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

[Shaquana Adams]

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?

[Alex]

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