With a bomb
you bruise my soul
I buckle and fall
as the cement beneath
me gives way
There's a crease
in the glass fabric
That rips in two
And there are less of
those men than we can
Apparently find
when we choose to look
inside what is that
will plum fall out
And will the seed be
left to find
Nothing's but a shadow
nor a shell of the former self
Tis but a singe on
This twist of a summer
revenge
Author notes
4.) use all the words in the following word bank, in any form.
you may combine words – i.e. shadowless
(less than 200 words, shorter the better really)
84 Words
Bomb
Bruise
Buckle
Cement
Crease
Glass
Less
Men
Plum
Seed
Shadow
Shell
Singe
Summer
Twist
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