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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A Novel in Ten Lines
We sat on a concrete wall in Paddington, waiting for the bus. The concrete was cold and hard. A shy punk was Benny. Spiked two-toned hair. Painted-dark punk eyes. I was 13. Handcuffed, he went quietly, missing the bus. The next morning found Benny, a body in blood. A dead-quiet watch-house. A dead cold concrete floor.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
