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Ongoing, First published Dec 20, 2017
- 'and at night, even in the void of sound, her mind is a symphony of silent crescendos, her soul an enchanting and poisonous melody.' a collection of thoughts composed by an amateur poet who spends way too much time listening to the cacophonies of her mind, but deems it music anyway. lowercase intended. by kassandra adeline north. all rights reserved.All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- intro - please readSun, Dec 24, 2017
- iSun, Dec 24, 2017
- iiSun, Dec 24, 2017
- iiiWed, Dec 27, 2017
- ivFri, Dec 29, 2017
- vSun, Dec 31, 2017
- viMon, Jan 8, 2018
- viiMon, Jan 8, 2018
- viiiMon, Jan 15, 2018
- ixMon, Jan 15, 2018
- xSun, Feb 4, 2018
- xiWed, Apr 4, 2018
- xiiWed, Apr 4, 2018
- xiiiThu, Apr 5, 2018
- xivThu, Apr 5, 2018
- xvMon, Apr 30, 2018
- xviWed, May 9, 2018
- xviiSun, May 13, 2018
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