I was scanning through my dead blog and saw this poem for my CW10 class. Bwahahaha. Can't stop laughing!
La Petite Mort
by Hyro Aguinaldo
Life is like the little death.
It just goes, and then comes again, then goes away.
Black light of dashing sunset blinds my eyes.
Scorching heat and humid air pierces my skin so deep.
My eardrums bleed as of moaning
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