Lou Verrall Lou Verrall
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I really like this writing. However im not as smart as most pro writers on here so forgive me for not having feed back for you.

Taylor Lanson Taylor Lanson
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I appreciate the compliment, although I think you may be cutting yourself short. I, myself, am no genius. Therefore, I think you do more than you think.

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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should it be 'lust for and not last for?

Taylor Lanson Taylor Lanson
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Hmm...The initial word is supposed to be "last," but I think I fancy "lust" more.

Deborah Boydston Deborah Boydston
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Nice use of enjambment here.

Asma Ahsan Asma Ahsan
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A good strong ending.

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Silent Planet


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Orifices agape and prone to resonate.


Stone and gravel grinding to recreate,


All the sounds and noises you propagate.  


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Orifices shut-in to likely alleviate,


The clusters of confusion so many investigate.
  
Hearing those timeless words you long to impersonate.


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Or will it die with whimpers, no bangs to abhor?



This is a silent planet.


It was silent and had no voice.


This planet will be silent.


One day, it will have no choice.



My ears grow tired of hearing all the void.



My ears grow weary of what once was all.



My ears grow tired of hearing all the void.



My ears grow tired.



...They grow tired, once more.



This is a silent planet, I swear to you.


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With the natural state of what is true.


Now listen up.


I am not through.


So close your mouths before its debut.



"Orifices agape are prone to resonate.


Someone will surely steal your few -


Unrelenting ideals that fascinate."



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