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For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!
11/4/2012 1:03:57 AM

Justin Benassi
Posts: 4
The room in the corner,
With its three wood doors,
Each heavier than before,
A subtle air not of fear,
Patient vents waiting to hear,

Clenching at the scent,
Umbrage and stale paint,
Taste of turpentine and taint ,
Dust gracefully composed,
Large eraser shards in throws,

Senile light made rent,
Lingering weight of lead,
Below a layered graphite bed,
Glows like the antithesis of chrome,
A shallow doom drawn in monotone.
edited by Kotzo on 11/4/2012
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