Basic Poetry, Complicated Poet- Poems by Me

Basic Poetry, Complicated Poet- Poems by Me

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Last published Tue, Apr 21, 2020

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*Some explicit language, but all 10 and 12 year-olds on here have probably been exposed already* Basically, poetry has been something I've always enjoyed writing. I've always been content with reading stories on Wattpad, but I figured if I really wanted to get the full experience of this platform, I might as well contribute. I'll probably include some of the fan fiction stories later, but for now, I'll start with something small.

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