Minimalistic poetry
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Last published Tue, Aug 28, 2018
hello, this is I
the person with a sharp tongue. If you're wondering, I believe that I'm not wiser or better than you. But since you have some free time, enjoy reading my poetry, my opinions and my feelings.
My inners are exposed, be gentle.
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