Impressions
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Sometimes our first impression isn’t always correct. Our first impression on thing like love can sometimes be wrong. We sometimes see it as Aphrodite or cupid, forgetting about the heartbreak it can cause. And death, we see it as pure evil because of the fear we have of it, but sometimes it can be a release. Death is inevitable and many welcome it, so these are some poems on what I think love or death or anger would look and act like.
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