24 Hour Poem Posting #3: Untitled

This one is brand new-- written today. I'll leave it up for 48 hours, since i'm looking for serious critiques. The bulk of this came to me in the deep, dark night...

Thanks for your feedback!

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  1. Drea AlexandraApril 22, 2012 at 6:06 PM

    This does an awesome job of capturing what a writer goes through! I know I have experienced this many times. Great descriptions.. made me feel like I was there going through it!

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  2. Justin W. PriceApril 22, 2012 at 6:21 PM

    That please me, Drea. Thanks!

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  3. Maria HardyApril 24, 2012 at 3:50 PM

    Why take it down? It is fantastic. Please visit my blogs

    http://itshistory-mariahardy.blogpsot.com/
    http://didyouknow-mariahardy.blogspot.com/

    and I look forward to read some more of your.

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  4. Justin W. PriceApril 24, 2012 at 3:52 PM

    Maria... I'll make it over soon. For information on why I am not leaving this up, please visit this page: http://pdxjpricefirstblog.blogspot.com/2012/04/monday-morning-april-16th-2012.html

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