This improv will be the continuation of the exercise that we did on monday trying my hand at nailing Iambic Pentameter. I decided to use the line i used in class to practice.
The strands of thread slipped across the vein
of broken skin. He pushed principle past
new time, but portrayed colors over letters potently.
The streets were portrait worthy. He, the ghetto
Leonardo patiently knew stars.
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