𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰.
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓭.
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓮 𝓰𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽?𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰.
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓭.
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓮 𝓰𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽?𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰.
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭.
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓮 𝓰𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽?𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮.
𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰.
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮.
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My Book Of Poems
PoesíaThis is a book that will continue to grow with the poems I write. From death to friends, childhood, and love. They are about true experiences, or about ones to come.