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I ‘m but a soft exhale floating caught on furls of your fog You were my addiction, my drug fixing me to your soul With craving came the pouring out life’s flow dripping to ground Warm breath ‘comes cool vapor on mirror broken dust scatters beyond Mortals wait His voice’s whisper ©copyright 07/02/2015 Lora Silvey
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2015-08-02 10:13:02
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Imagery is stand-out - as always Lora - I'm reading this as religious content - as you end this poem with "Mortals wait His voice's whisper" - Your first verse is the draw in to the poem - I enjoyed this very much- Well done, Deni
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