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your foreheadsucks back
the lead thorn
hot cement
coasts beneath
welted skin
a film of
oily smoke
wafts down
the face of the tornado
crinkled
regret
guilt
the thousand yard
shaft
dead thickets
lead you to
a big empty
yawning, bellowing.
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Comments: 5
I like the double usage of the word lead... Pb and the verb to lead...
among other things...Β
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This poem creates a lot of familiar feelings for me. It definitely conjures some "low" emotions. It reminds me of frustration or feeling overwhelmingly sad, but without anything to help it.Β
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