Confession.

I relish every fragmentation of affliction I have ever inflicted.
I savour all the disfigurements inspired by my mere impression.
Why?
Because Evil does not simply exist on this formidable planet;
She thrives.
And I have the privilege to be an Agent of such a Beauty.

© 2015 Luke Cazalet-Smith

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~	Great imagery and description! Posted 9 Years Ago Great imagery and description! Rating /100 1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lizardo

Ah truely beautiful writing Luke, I do like your style of writing a lot!
this piece carries words the have a lot weight and meaning but also they speak the truth

One great poem Luke, another great poem

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Luke Cazalet-Smith

Gillingham, Kent, United Kingdom

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I am not a writer. Nor do I claim to be. I am merely a young man with a mind suffused with words, attempting to put them to paper. I hope you enjoy what it is I am fortunate enough to conjure. more..

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