The Parallel Skies
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Pieces smeared with Realities of Life.
I present to the readers a bit of Pain served with lots of Pleasure.
Kindly Vote and let me know in comments if you like what you read.
You can fill me in with criticisms that might help me to improvise on my pieces.
Sincere Gratitude in advance,
Love,
Poetess.
PS- "The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it." - Sylvia Plath.
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