Cherry Wine: The Horticulturist
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i started cherry wine
when i was 16 years old
now i am much older
and have gone through many things
almost all documented in here
enjoy a book of poems
heavily inspired by rupi kaur
who taught me to love myself
and taught me to love my writing
here's to you, rupi
thank you
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a poetry book that goes through multiple stages, separated into different books as well, starting with the horticulturist, the biggest love and the most painful.
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