Tag modern freestyle poetry
Shh, Listen… There’s A Man… Playing An Unusual Violin…
With The Strings That Are The Nerves… And The Veins… From His Own Arms…
How Wondrous The Sounds… Of The Agonies Made… By The Slicing And Dicing…
Down With The Lambs… Up With The Larks…
Run To The Beds, Children… Before It Gets Dark…
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