Dead Roses & Bones
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This is a collection of poetry I wrote. I love to write & read poetry and I'm constantly making my own poems. feel free to send me a photo or give a suggestion on a poem you would like me to write but otherwise these are all 100% mine.
Poems may be a little dark or depressing but if you like it, you like it and if you don't, you don't. If you enjoy what you read, please follow me and leave comments!
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