Poems

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Alliteration and enjambment and character traits.

Windows of winding, withering souls, her eyes as grey as the pebbles under foot, show forth an endless abyss of empowerment that imprisons in the end.

Hair as black a night, fall chunk by chunk-down the depths of the drain.

Lips and cheeks a rosie pink. Jumping from branch to branch, a smile fresh on her face.

The losing fight,
Now won.