Poems?

Poems?

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Heyy guys. So this is the first time I write something here so it might not be that well but okay. So basically as the title says I'll try to write some poems. There might be some mistakes in my language since I'm actually German. Anyways... I hope somebody will read this and maybe feels understood. (I'll update whenever I have something new that pops up in my mind)
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