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witches are bitches who don't believe in gravity.

he knelt above her, intensely watching her eyes.
she cried out the first few times, but never objected to the strikes.
she...I.  I became numb. not sure of what was going on anymore;  his lips moved but the only sound was that rushing blood in my ears.  his face became concerned.
so i gave him a smile.

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buenos noches, mi amore

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  • stargardt13
    February 23

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    This was a very unique poem. It mad me stop and think about the true meaning of your poem. I liked how different it is. I was a little confused with the title on your poem and how it relates to what you're talking about. Thanks for sharing it with me and entering this poem in my contest


  • Draig aine gold member
    February 13
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    congratulations on the green thingy


  • Mariana gold member
    February 12

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    WOW...this is a most intriguing take on the prompt...so unexpected. I like poetry that gives me pause for thought and this certainly did. My only criticism is...IMHO...that it would have been better if you changed the format of the poem with shorter lines...giving it more punch...albeit that it still...in it's present form...makes for a dramatic statement. Bravo!
    Good luck in the contest.

    Mariana