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Young Writers Society


Lilith

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About Lilith

It feels like everything is screaming at me. I can feel their voices wretching across my skin. I think I'm loosing it. I've lost it. Where am I.--currently untitled work in progress novel.


Occupation

Student

Website

http://www.myspace.com/purpleisforrealpeople


Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins