Poems: 4am Confessions
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Huling na-publish Tue, May 12, 2020
Confession
/kənˈfɛʃ(ə)n/
Christian
noun
1. a formal admission of one's sins with repentance and desire of absolution.
A collection of random poems, thoughts and confessions.
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Copyright © 2020 by Magdalena.J.Marimba
(Magithestoryteller)
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