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  • Reads 46,133
  • Votes 402
  • Parts 80
  • Time 44m
Ongoing, First published Oct 14, 2018
the kind of love i've been dreaming of


2018 - 2023
#29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023
#56 in prose, 23rd may 2019
#16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
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