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To the ones who stayed and left, for those that are silent and sonorous — I owe you the motivation and light I have gained in order to finish this poetry book. You will never be forgotten by me for you already have a place in my heart.
May we meet again — be it on your journey or mine. Stay lucent, my souls.
- Sincerely, Shana
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
