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Published: Jul 2, 2014

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slow down

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Cassandra

It is not my fault. You see, My stars are misaligned, Jagged zig-zags Through the sky. They tumble, Coiling and uncoiling, Quickly sliced In steep-stepped desperation. If I could carve my own luck, Pluck it from the moon, I would find a way to undo this. No, I cannot save you all but my heart will break from trying.

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Poem no. 1046. Originally written as an entry to Writing-Rampage's contest "It's Time to Write Prose/Poetry!" fav.me/d7kt6xo However, I found out I went over the required limit and I didn't want to revise the piece to fit the limit.

The prompt I went with was "I would rather...".

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CaptainElsa

Apr 2, 2015

What drew me right in was the fruit concept! :happybounce:

(not sure why? but it did!)
I liked several of the phrases you used, like: "vomits fire", "seduced me stupid", and "citrus cascade". Great imagery! I also liked the "sins" you used.
I just thought it was a bit long and there were just a few words I didn't understand.

I really enjoyed it overall! Heart