General Writing Poetry

Nothing ever perfect.

Without conflicts in a story, readers leave.

Without volatiles from the start, the universe would unweave.

Without the wrong deeds in the stump, the priest cannot shrive.

Understand this, you retrieve.

And the death penalty will reprieve.

Remember the icy sword? It is waiting for you to believe.

 

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