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| Original text from Violet Eyes by Debbie Viguié (p.1) |
A storm--
charged with intensity
of every terrible moment--
died,
when she danced.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
1 Dancing Down a Storm: Blackout Poetry
A storm--
charged with intensity
of every terrible moment--
died,
when she danced.
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most def...dancing has that kinda power....so cool on the redacted poem...i have wanted to try that for a bit...
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