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So I like to write poetry occasionally if I see something that demands to be wrote about. It's not something I have to commit to like say writing a story, so once it's done, it's done. Poof, I forget about it ;) Anyways, I love being able to capture a feeling, or beauty, with words. That's about all you need to know! Let me know what ya think please :)
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