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My first attempt at a "Nonet" poem - written for WDC 16th birthday poetry contest |
The cold lays his hands upon my soul. His eyes black like dark beads of coal. Watching me come up for breath, In his eyes I see death. I claw at the wall Before I fall; In the end He takes All Nonet form - http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/nonet.html |