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Jan 2019
The contemporaries show the world at it’s best as a panoramic pane of glass,

     Clad in bloodless steel.

But it has never looked more a forbidden garden than between prison-bar windows,

     My view is the sweetest fruit.

And I wouldn’t take the modern architecture because what now looks like paradise,

     Is probably a parking lot.
For a creative writing assignment. Any and all criticism, constructive or cruel, is appreciated!
Written by
KateKarl  F
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