[ introduction ]
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𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘮,
so 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦;
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮,
𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥.
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once again, or for the first time, hello!
a hearty salutation from me to you, dear reader. i am vie, and i shall be your author today. welcome back, or welcome to this series of poetry. i would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading this!
❛ monday's child ❜ is my second book. just like adventures in misfortune, my first book, this is a collection of original poetry and prose. these are works of literature written when i was fourteen, majority of which are based on my personal life and experiences.
i hope you enjoy reading. don't forget to comment + vote! just please be respectful in the comments, and constructive criticism is very much appreciated. kindly keep in mind that i am a minor.
it's a pleasure to have you here!
ʟօʋɛ,
𝒱.𝐸.
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[ tw: some chapters may contain heavy topics]
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" . . . we're so sad,
we paint the town blue.
voted most likely
to run away with you . . . "
₍🕊₎ ..⃗. ꒰ 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 07.24.2023 ꒱
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[14] - monday's child.
Poetry𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.