Some poems
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These are some poems I've written over the past few years in class and out of it. I don't think anyone will read these, so I'm only gonna upload them randomly when I feel like it. If anyone does read these, hope ya like em. If you feel inclined, please let me know if you liked a poem! also hopefully I'll be editing some eventually Image is from google
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