Mirror my heart ❤
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This is a collection of poems I have written over the years.
A reflection of my soul.
An escape from my world.
A way to my fantasy.
And
Most of all 'a way of expression'
of the unspoken words and feelings untold.
My 1st poem is based on my 1st book on wattpad, "Beauty of Ashes". Pls check it out if u like the poem.❤
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