Strike the rocks loud and hard.
Fireflies erupt from the collision.
Gather sticks for the usual tribute.
Flicker, here. Flicker, there.
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Wow! Wow! Wow! I love the title! Because not that I had a sweet taste in my mouth when I started reading this, but I definitely have a sour taste now. Your imagery is just phenominal! And that makes it such a joy to read! I'm not sure that there's one line that jumps out at me in this one...there's four.: D ''A stab of guilt pains your soul through the smoke. /Griping hard with it's torturous claws. /Sedating you with the poisonous vemon, /infecting you forever, never letting you forget.'' Especially the last part! That's such a great way to end it! This is probably my favorite of your poems! I absolutely loved it!
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Wow! Wow! Wow! I love the title! Because not that I had a sweet taste in my mouth when I started reading this, but I definitely have a sour taste now. Your imagery is just phenominal! And that makes it such a joy to read! I'm not sure that there's one line that jumps out at me in this one...there's four.: D ''A stab of guilt pains your soul through the smoke. /Griping hard with it's torturous claws. /Sedating you with the poisonous vemon, /infecting you forever, never letting you forget.'' Especially the last part! That's such a great way to end it! This is probably my favorite of your poems! I absolutely loved it!