Severed Silence
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Last published Tue, Dec 11, 2018
Poetry~ the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.
ie. Talking about a special thing in a special way
And these things are special
My goal is to write at least one poem that connects to every single reader in a special way. Because you are special and so are these poems.
Being human is not a crime
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