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You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
What is this you call victory?
What happens when a triumph
doesn't ring like titanic trumpets?
Hopes remain Titanic,
exceptional, erroneously erred
and sinking with realisation.
I decapitated depression, deep
...Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:25 pm
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