Audrey Ashira

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In freewrite, poetry on November 2, 2010 at 8:41 pm

The poetry withers,
The words go stale,
The blood from us biting our lips
Leaves a bad taste in our mouth.
Because we’ve lost all sense of rythm
And the rhymes are overused.
So our poetry’s coming out prose –
Abused, stark, and broken.

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