A Poem Of Amalia’s

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by Amalia Cottrell, age 11
 
Hate seems orange.
Like the feel of the fire that hasn’t quite ignited.
I see the fire exploding as I spit out words.
I hear the crinkling of the insults from the dragon’s mouth.
I smell burt souls of the ones injured by words.
I touch the skin of the innocent.
I taste the harmful flame as it travels out my mouth into another’s ear.

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