by sensanin
Two lines in this poem made a mark for me, quite profound
"An exchange of what's acceptable
For what's worth fucking dying for"
And then the rest just fell short, somewhere between the ordinary and even downright shallow
You show a real flash of brilliance. The last line of the second stanza also captures a quality I associate with exceptional poetry - sudden unexpected reversal
Commendable effort ****
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