,
and all that’s left is …………..a crash of clouds my broken voice ………………………..a slash of rain.
twiglet #67.
That’s what I call impact!
>
Gah, that’s good.
I can’t think of anything I’d need that you don’t have to offer.
Love it!
I feel like I’m part of the scene. The punctuation makes my inner eye switch between the close and the overall setting in a cohesive way, tying both together to make the meaning clear. Super amazing poem. I really really like it.
Ooooo! Beautifully melancholy
Wow. Strong.
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That’s what I call impact!
>
Gah, that’s good.
I can’t think of anything I’d need that you don’t have to offer.
Love it!
I feel like I’m part of the scene. The punctuation makes my inner eye switch between the close and the overall setting in a cohesive way, tying both together to make the meaning clear. Super amazing poem. I really really like it.
Ooooo! Beautifully melancholy
Wow. Strong.