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Hanging (Free verse) by celticskatermatt1

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

Dovina 12-Nov-04/12:16 PM
Better than your last, but punctuation would help, not hinder the flow, as some think.




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