Contact Poems
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Mon, Jun 19, 2017
What do you do when you've been handed a crappy deck of cards in life?
Well, you put poems in the note section of your contacts, that what you do.
That's what Kate Black does. Her iphone is something she hold precious much like her family. But what if when her family hurts her? The people around her? She even makes numberless contacts just for the people she doesn't have numbers for.
Read her poems in her contacts...
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