Winner of the 6 line Poem.
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Her Monster:
She stared with teary and doleful eyes,
Taking deep breaths and dreary sighs,
Mademoiselle sucked in the joyless night,
It had tight hold around her neck,
Incarnation of all things grotesque,
Cutting through her like an icy knife.
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2016 collection
PoetryA collection featuring the amazing Poets that call the Poets Pub home.
