The Forbidden Fruit Reaps Heartache
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MatureOngoing13m
Last published Thu, Oct 11, 2018
A collection of poems brought on by my first love, my first heartbreak. Displayed through a collection of words that display raw emotion and the heartwrenching consequences of a life saving love.
Enjoy. I hope reading this helps you in the same way writing it did for me.
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