Feeling

The pulses of hot air, building up steam... Kill me, i said He considered that, but understood the face of the crazy scared man... He backed up and saw it... the filthy blood,spilled and dried. This place was death.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/20/2016 3:46:00 PM

Angelia, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) HAPPY HOLIDAYS. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@