Dear Elianna
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Last published Thu, Dec 12, 2013
A poetry collection of letters to a very dear friend of mine. Mourning her loss, I turned to poetry, the one thing we always had in common. Our friendship is a story I've yet to tell, but will painstakingly attempt to hammer out in these poems. Elianna, these are for you. (If you know her, feel free to comment or like these. However if you have something negative to say about them, please keep it to yourself. It's taken a lot for me to even come to grips enough to mourn through my writing.)
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