Analysis of Here and now



I let it spin, make it stop, these voices they scream just like a knot, tie it loosely, tie it tightly but round me up please, do it nightly, im a dream a whisper once, a shallow cough with infection lungs, burn the book to keep us safe, do it now it's much too late, the witch has won we've had her brew, set to table to spoon a soup, I don't know what way is out, but the fires hot here in satans mouth


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Characters 404
Words 85
Sentences 1
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 1
Lines Amount 1
Letters per line (avg) 304
Words per line (avg) 85
Letters per stanza (avg) 304
Words per stanza (avg) 85

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Written on February 27, 2024

Submitted by Levinonnamaker85 on February 27, 2024

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