I need some advice, comments, and critique on these poems... (They are alliterations)
Whitney wondered with worry why was she weakly whimpering and weeping when she was only wounded with the wonderful word love. Wiping her wet face with a wince, Whitney whispers what she writes; woe was she, wasting worthy time writing words in poem.
When my crazy, cursed and chaotic life is in chatastrophy, I can confront Cory complaining and crying and count on him to care for me couragously and confidently. Cory is calm, curious and concerned when I come to him in the middle of cruel calamity. Cory consists of a charming charisma making him capable of caressing and caring for my cloudy and confused heart. Cory helps me clearly consider my characteristics that count. I need to escape this concaving cage and climb out of this comical costume that covers my confusion. I have continuous complicating consequenses for my confessed crimes. I want to clarify that past my clenched fists that cowardly...
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