| divination
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| i only stumble into breath. | 1 |
inked deep within some | 2 |
crevice of a character, | 3 |
i insist there lies | 4 |
some shadow rid of death. | 5 |
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lithe thing sprawled | 6 |
boneless in my chest, | 7 |
lit fiery bright and tempered | 8 |
evenly at her own behest. | 9 |
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21 Sep 05 |
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This doesn't feel quite done, though what's here is beautiful. I feel myself wanting to know a bit more about what has happened/is happening.
Consider adding another poem or two (even three) to this work to give us a better sense of where we are.
— alicedark
i really like the opening. after that, you lost me though. perhaps i'm lacking context...
— silentscream
wicked awesome, dude.
— themolly
Perhaps you could use a new title to set the theme...?
— subbo1
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