JOEL'S POEMS
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Last published Sat, May 15, 2021
From me to you all.
It's mostly to Flo, tho.
I must admit that some of the contents would be cringe as fuck.
But I swear that I genuinely write this with my heart and soul.
[start: May 15, 2021.] - A sequel for Rasa Asa.
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➸ 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 (𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 )✔
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