The dirty negligee slithered like sandpaper upon his body.
His raspy breathing flowed alongside the grimness of
the street. Eyes averted, knuckles white under the wrapped
tightness of his ragged coat.
As if his skin would jump away from him,
he quickly enters the dingy tavern.
Please tell me what you think
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This man is hideing something. He is uncomfortable. The last line is brillant. Love it.
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so interesting
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This is by far one of the most original poems Ive stumbled upon in this site. Is it a poem or a glimpse into a moment of time. Were they lovers or is this an act of violence? Either way you keep me guessing and that means Im still thinking of your work. And thats what its all about! Great job!
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