Poetry Book
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Last published Tue, Jul 22, 2025
Just a random book full of some of my intrusive thoughts.. (fiction btw)
This book is separate from my other poems like A Lullaby For Lovers
This is just a collection of my thoughts, not my long poems
(I may later add more long poems)
But for now I think I'll focus on writing this one
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