A Story Poem by anon ymous

A Story

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There is a wine glass on the table. Once it was full.
There is a wine bottle on the table. Once it was filled
There is a knife on the table. Once it was clean.
There is a body on the table. Once it was alive
I have not been writing poems for very long, so I am asking for some constructive criticism

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Lyndsey Coriell 20 December 2011

I think you don't choose the right words to use.

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