Story cover for Atonement  by my_name_is_Caaat
Atonement
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    Capítulos 7
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    Tempo 11m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em nov 08, 2019
-"He curls tighter and so do I, each hugging pillows to our chests. 

My door is unlocked as we sleep, 

because with him the world is less

 of a hurricane and I am no longer bewildered

 by its muchness."-



A collection of poetry that I have written across my life. 

It follows no specific order and each "part" can be read individually. 

I feel as though poetry is whatever your heart is singing, and this is what I hope comes across with each part to each reader. That you hear the words resonate with you as I have. 

There isn't any specific prose or poetic conventions followed either, so please don't comment about that.

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Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hatred plz. Also some things might contain mature contents like self harm. I want to say those kinds of suicidal poems are not to inspire anyone to self harm. I'm strictly against self harm myself. Those thoughts are just a means to release myself. Started writing this book around 25th June, 2021