oh, you kinda dont hate it, that makes me a happy slinter. its prolly too cheap to be called poem, its maybe more like music lyrics. and i didnt use a thesaurus, my teacher introduced this word.
the sun came smattering down from the skies,
it focused, multiplexed right into my eyes,
touched the ground,
a screaming sound.
i was stunned, blinded, staggering, an instant pain.
the pulchritudinous reflection that shot into my brain.
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the sun touched the earth, went right through the skies into my face. i was stunned, blinded, tried to twinkle through my eyes, tried to grasp at least a glimpse of the pulchritudinous reflection that shot into my brain. it almost knocked me down, i was staggering, breathing heavily, sweat...