A Dangerous Path
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- Capítulos 1
Hi readers! These are the poems I've been working on for the past week or so. They all have the general theme of betrayal and darkness. Some darker than others absolutely. Sometimes I wonder how in the world I wrote these. I hope you all enjoy. It is a bit short I know, but this is only a small poetry book in many many that will come. I hope you love it, spare a few tears, and offer suggestions on future work or critiques to make it even more perfect. Kisses! - S.L
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