Analysis of (untitled)
sorry rang sore on my lips
later, you thought maybe
the lines up our wrists
were somehow
an appropriate measure
of our suffering
I still hate you.
| Scheme | ABCDEFG |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1011111 101110 011101 01 1010010 110100 1111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 140 |
| Words | 27 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 7 |
| Lines Amount | 7 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 118 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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Submitted on September 10, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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