Alone she sits,cold,tired,
Turning blue with exhaustion struggling for survival,
Crisp sweat dripping like autumnal winds bliss.
Alone she sits,naked,apprehensive,
For the first time turning her head towards morning sun,
praying she's not too early for her first kiss.
Author notes
Do as you will.
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eh
The problem with this poem is that your a douche bag. -
AN "ATROCITY"
Not only was this piece without real meaning, it lacked correct grammer without spaces between your commas, so you made your text look as though it was written by an American twelve year old. Your use of format is certainly an ATROCITY.
Did you understand that BIG AWFUL WORD now it's in capitals?
Regards
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I thank you for your insight, It is always nice to know that the impression I was trying to make is seen by others.
It was supposed to be about the flowering of a crocus in winter time.
Not to worry thanks anyway from an arrogant C**%.
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