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    Thoughts on a work-in-progress poem?

    A Shift Tonight I could utter the loneliest of words As we watch despair crack the cold ancient sky Colliding with memories To pierce the hopeful night Leaving glimmers of ourselves In the index of infinity Our comfortable bondage broken Shattered, splintered, and gone For a moment nature...
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    Constructive criticism on poem:?

    A Shift Tonight I could utter the loneliest of words As we watch despair crack the cold ancient sky Colliding with memories To pierce the hopeful night Leaving glimmers of ourselves In the index of infinity Our comfortable bondage broken Shattered, splintered, and gone For a moment nature...
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