The Common Cold
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MaduroConcluída sáb, jun 16, 2018<5 mins
My freshman year of high school, I read a book called The Secret Life of Bees. I enjoyed the book but i really saw the potential it had for blackout poetry. So I did a few pages of that and I decided to read all of it together and realized what I had done created a poem and a story in and of itself. Since it is blackout poetry, I can't claim the words as my own but instead the order of the words. So i hope you enjoy this blackout slam poem
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