Thursday, April 16, 2009

Consequences Comments

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Blades of ice chill my spine
My time is coming
Locked in a darkend room,
The dead all around me
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Kaitlyn Henning
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Debra Kemper 28 April 2009

This is a morbid little thing with cold, cold imagery. Get out of that cold dark room, Kaitlyn! Run ;)

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Kaitlyn Henning 20 April 2009

That is how it is supposed to be...

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Leslie Neiwert 17 April 2009

hmmm....Kaitlynn.....this is not one of your best poems. It doesn't really flow together. Try having things in chronic (vocab word! ! !) order. I like the morbidness of the poem....so dark, so deep. Makes me wonder what you were thinking ^.^

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