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Free verse № 115507

Hanging

Member since 2004 · Posted 12 Nov 2004 · 3 comments

the feeling shocked my skin of the rope around my neck crisp air and blue skies turned blood red that night who was to blame the infinite game i shut my eyes and prayed to God the rope it burned, it tore at my neck my statue was swinging this way and that

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[7] Dovina 12-Nov-04/12:16 PM Reply
Better than your last, but punctuation would help, not hinder the flow, as some think.
[n/a] celticskatermatt1 › Dovina 12-Nov-04/12:22 PM Reply
hey thanks--yea im working on my punct.
[n/a] leonxic 14-Nov-04/1:44 PM Reply
dnt. abbrivt. punct.