A Review

Like frostbitten limbs lay bare to the ice cold breeze of a winter’s day

- Cold and without feeling are your words.

As the burnt orange autumn leaves that lay half decayed upon the ground

- So too your words fall flat.

With neither substance nor imagery; these words that my naked eye follow across 
the page.


.....Now lick your wounds and learn from this.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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