Strip me naked in poetry
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Tales of a disturbed mind, a broken heart and a trapped soul; in pros and poetry.
In these naked pages, tears in oceanic find their home as they curl with those that are shed around the world when the night is asleep.
Some are happy and others sad.
*Ongoing book*
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