The Vehemence
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Last published Sun, Nov 20, 2022
'VEHEMENCE'
Noun: vehemence; plural noun: vehemences
Meaning: great forcefulness or intensity of feeling or expression.
Some poetries left unheard by the audience cuz, the poet never had the courage to recite it!!
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