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I'll be honest: it's very hard for me to like free verse this...free. I like a little structure, you know? However, certain lines caught my attention:
"Bleed my innocense" - this metaphor works so well...it makes me think of so much blood coming from stigmata marks in someone's body
"Singing soft whispers [of] reluctance just loud enough to make all who breathe tremble" - wow. Just...awe inspiring. I read it twice, the second time all in one breath, out loud...and it just sounds so surreal, so anxious, so ready to just burst out into oblivion. I love it!
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Doing my best not to end up like Kathleen Chang.
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