Poems From A Muse
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Aug 21, 2020
To know my words is to know me. Each stanza contains a piece of memory, each word contains a bit of emotion but each poem is another chapter of my life which has passed and holds relevance to its comparisons...
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