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My cane of white clatters against cavities in the concrete and threads through these city streets like my fingers through your scalp on a cool Sunday night. And oh, how ...

This stocky yellow cab comes to a halt at the base of this concrete cage, eight staggering stories high and a Metra train wide, as my ears carry me inside, ...

I dont really know if the number of synonyms followed sonnet outlines, but I dont really care about that haha. Good imagery and I liked the flow of the poem. ...

The diction is very plain and I can't really imagine anything going on. The few descriptions you do have are too 'literal' (if that makes any sense) and could use ...

Sailing and swooping through the infinite blackness of the deepest catacombs of night, Sam glided through an empty field, the very field behind where his father’s old barn once proudly ...