Lines of a Broken Soul
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Last published Sun, Apr 7, 2019
Lines of a Broken Soul is a collection of poetry written throughout my life. Each poem expresses how I felt at that time. Some may not be understandable to you but to me each poem is a scar upon my heart.
Most of the poetry written within these pages have previously been published under the name Lokiawolf on DeviantArt.
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