Black-out poetry from “Tale of Two Cities” by Charles Dickens
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Don’t pursue me Grab my hair and say I look like hell I don’t wish to be touched Don’t slap me Leave…
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My little black boy. You will die. You will become a martyr. You will be the face that everyone sees in a…
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To love lovingly is the least of what I intend to peruse. To sing when the song has already been sung, is…
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by Paige Kouh Today I am lost, in the absolute most freeing way Hidden behind the rouge on my cheeks, I feel…
