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With each word i wrote, a little deeper she fell,
For each sonnet was a piece of her soul that i could spell, Eventually the writer’s block came and stole my words away. She left a while later when i had nothing to say. Heartbroken, Wretched and left with an empty hole. I pondered who she loved, me, my words or her soul. Xxx.
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Jimmy
6/4/2018 11:45:46 am
This was simply mind blowing.
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Oluwatimilehin
19/4/2018 10:54:44 pm
This poem is applaudable for putting the reader in the same mood as the poet, either by simple use of words or the aid of first person narrative technique. The concluding lines of the poem also attaches the reader a great deal to the lingering emotional state
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Ayo A
24/4/2018 01:15:00 pm
This poem spells LOVE all around it.
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See how you made writer's block so poetic. That thief steals imaginations away 😢😢.
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'Layo
30/4/2018 01:13:25 am
Brilliant wordplay!
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