Poems…
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The echo of Red.
I bleed against the steady wood, Howling of my pain, A suffering spent in vain. Zeus laughs, His lofty scorn, A formation ; For the words he is yet to say. I was right to call you weak, He snorts,… Continue reading
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A steel blade…
A steel blade, Short and sharp, How deep it cuts, I cannot tell, I wish I wouldn’t use it; But I have been attacked so many times, I can’t help but protect me, You’re holding me back, hurts like a… Continue reading
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The Road Not Taken: Themes
An exceptional poem by Robert Frost; one that I may relate to exceptionally. I believe it is far too plain and clear to have me simplify it further. Therefore, I believe the following text may complicate this perfectly untangled ball… Continue reading
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