Some Poetry
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Dernière publication mar., mai 10, 2022
I have this friend, and we talked once and I said something along the lines of 'I would be at my peak if someone published a book and dedicated it to me or wrote a fanfic about me' and this friend agreed. Sadly this will not be a fanfic about them but, I asked a couple people about a poem I wrote and they said it was good, so here I am on this app writing poetry. In each chapter will be a different poem, they could rhyme or they could just be me feeling happy or sad that day and comparing my emotions to things like the sun or a song or my dog's eyes. I will try my hardest to write what i feel is best and understandable.
I would like to formally dedicate this book to my good friend, Cadence Vaughn.
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