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The Dark Rose
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Completa, pubblicata il ott 22, 2012
A Collection of Poems and Prose I have written over the years. Depending on how well this does I may or may not collect together more for another book.
  I've written poems about pain & heartache, as well as love & happiness. Some I hope inspire you to look at this world and all that is in it in a new ways. Others are written simply from the heart. One or too are even dark and sad.

I want my words to stay with you long after you've read them. Remember them.

As for the books title, well a lot of these poems I wrote around the 2002 mark and back then I was known by the pen name Dark Rose. So most of these poems are all written by The Dark Rose.
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