Carnations in the night.

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Parts 7
Time <5 mins

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A short collection of poems.
There are 3 chapters:
The other side of paradise
The search for humanity
The imperfect perfection 

Each contains 5 poems.
Each contains a part of me. 

Hope you enjoy.All Rights Reserved

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