Midnight Escapades
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Last published Mon, Sep 11, 2023
This book comprises of original works of poetry
which revolve around my life experiences, thoughts and ideologies, readers may or may not agree/ relate with some of them. But I nonetheless expect y'all to be kind and generous with your comments.
⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️
the poems in this book may have indirect indications to sensitive topics and might make you uncomfortable, reader discretion is advised.
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