As I sit here instructing on the writer's
tools. I forget my next thought, on correcting these
mistakes
Do you hear the thousand mocking-doves a singing?
Dressed in black.
A sheep in wolves clothing.
This heavy breathing sends shivers up my spine. It frightens me.
This underground world seems wonderful.
No lies. No Pain
Hit my spine with a metal bat.
My blood is a river of ultraviolet Lily pads.
What iS abstract?
NothiNG |