day twenty seven: rice
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Steamed rice
Falling, warm, like
Ceaseless torrential rain
They cried, begged me to stop, and I
Gave in
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Please note that I do have all these poems written and have just been lazy to post xD.
I hate how NaPoWriMo is over! ):
Labels: Inspiration makes me happy, Napowrimo 2011, Poetry, Type: Cinquain
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