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Shears, indifferent where the fibers led,
She wielded innocent of dread,
Cutting what her sisters fed.
Slicing each fragile thread,
Thickened puddles spread,
steaming and red,
As he bled,
In bed.
Dead.





Rhymed Nonet


Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/2/2012 10:26:00 AM
I find the nonet very difficult indeed. I've done but one thus far. Geez, how did you manage to take the rhyming all the way through? I'm impressed, to say the least. :)
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