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[The Carriest]

The sound astounds the clouds.
Their faces change direction,
Steers my cheek in rejection
Of the hand that shoulders our shrouds.

The electricity in its complicity
Strikes with a streak so stern,
Burns this cheek that spurns
The absolution of my toxicity.


Hometown: Ontario, California

[Aenigma]

I like the internal rhymes and alliteration! I know how difficult it can be to achieve.