From Dusk through Dawn

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It took me months and a pack of pancit canton to finally admit that I've already fallen for you. With this book, may you feel the love that I've written from Dusk through Dawn.All Rights Reserved

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You gave a muse to me, so strong I lost me loving you... Coming back...slowly...writing what I think and am too afraid to believe or possibly see but am ignoring...no longer. 4/5/18-4/9/19 Thank you Papi, beloved. R.I.H. May 4 (😶)

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{poetry : completed} "𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞." in a tiny corner of the world, but in the vast corner of my imagination, this is my paracosmic delusion, something that i've created out of indignant, dejected and euphoric emotions. each word in this book constitutes my delusional nightmares, the ones that i know aren't really there, yet i write about them anyway. this is me, my barest and deepest feelings, and my monstrous thoughts. ✦✦✦ {all rights reserved || ©2021, ashe} {published on may 30, 2021} {cover designed by @paracosmic_being} {peace \/}

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You gave a muse to me, so strong I lost me loving you... Coming back...slowly...writing what I think and am too afraid to believe or possibly see but am ignoring...no longer. 4/5/18-4/9/19 Thank you Papi, beloved. R.I.H. May 4 (😶)

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