a whirl of language

April 18, 2018

concrete diction

vivid syntax

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time to teach you a lesson

one-sixty-eight days since wordsworth's death

walk through the halls and no ones bereft

read it like music in the treble clef

words words words they have never left

though the night has sometimes crept

up the stairs it has sometimes stepped

words words words they have always abreast

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