Thursday, November 17, 2016

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Made of peanuts I feared the hand that searched for me so adamantly.
Watching the strange horror across agonized faces.
The bitter crunch of teeth.
The dissipation of silent screams.
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Kewayne Wadley
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Marieta Maglas 17 November 2016

The bitter crunch of teeth. The dissipation of silent screams. - powerful metaphors in this poem.......................voted 10

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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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