Pen To The Page
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Ongoing22m
Last published Tue, Oct 9, 2018
This is a collection of poems I've written when thoughts stayed on my brain too long. There's a lot going on in there! Some are happy, even silly but a lot- are not. I should probably give the disclaimer that there's definitely some harsh language that will not be appreciated by all audiences! Read and enjoy hopefully! Please remember to keep criticisms constructive, posting these have left me essentially naked in front of you and I will take comments to heart.
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