The worlds Memory in my mind
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Ongoing7m
Last published Thu, Aug 6, 2020
this is a poem i made myself.
Just a bit of simple poem for anyone who enjoys the way of poetics beauty.
A slice of with a bit of a dreamers wishes upon this world.
Care to join the journey along life's most simple way of expressing itself upon poems.
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