Consumed by life

Consumed by life

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I write poetry at night when I exhale sadness and inhale words.This is sorrow hidden in complex descriptions. Poetry is my kind of excrete of sorrow and I hope you find my poison somehow beautiful and readable.
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The second installment of my poetry books. Every poem is different and ranges from heartbreak to light heartedness.

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