De Vita Dictata
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Ongoing6m
Last published Tue, Sep 29, 2020
Simply a short collection of poetry, each with it's own inspired experience with a tone and theme unique to itself. Basically, anytime something happens that I'll remember forever and inspiration hits, I write about it at the end of the day. I am starting this the summer of 2017, hopefully this will be something to show to someone in a few years if everything goes like I hope. Anywho, normal teenage emotions ensue so strap yourself in for this ride.
Also, titles are in either Latin or Irish so just slap them into Google if you wanna know what they are.
*Update 2019: Looks like my journey is over. That goal I had won't be met now, most of the poems are unpublished but I'll start putting them out there as I get around to it. Hope you all enjoyed the ride as much as I did
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