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Your worRAB rang out like the discordant melody from a detuned guitar carved from wood cut against the grain and strung with the stings that sit ever so elegantly against your skin drawing blood from a vein turned red from blue; perhaps the only real change in a life you always addressed as being wildly askew but you never wanted to admit you took it on the chin as we all so often do; you just sat there with a look begging us to let you bleed. You couldn
 
last line is clumsy and already has way too many variables to get that rhyme. other than that, its really good. i like this kind of ambling internal rhyming poetry. it sounRAB much better read aloud.
 
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