Pandemonium Poetry;

Pandemonium Poetry;

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With a description, there's no fatal correction So sit back as I read you songs of my direction With a hopeful heart, I do so pray That you take these poems and mentally put them on display The art form of writing is just so exceeding It's something like craving the ripe wine of needing Please do enjoy, I hope to employ No greater feeling than reading
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*COMPLETED* Over the years, I'd written many pieces of writing, and shared barely a fraction of them here. As of 2022, I found myself back here again, and in dire need of somewhere to write, and somewhere to share it. This is a collection of poems covering various states of emotion throughout a journey of healing, along with a few of my best from years before. I hope you all enjoy the journey I took through writing all of this.

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