Dusty Ink.

Dusty Ink.

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This is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?
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Here lies my poetry collection of horror, sorrow, grief, compassion, and lust. Read at your own discretion, once you read the words I have taken from the depths of my gray matter to bleed onto paper in this book. Please ponder on the words I have written here because only then you shall know what lies beneath my flesh and bones. Dedicated to everyone who wonders if I'm writing about them. I am. Laura Robison-

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