A Mixture of Emotions

A Mixture of Emotions

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Complete Sun, Oct 4, 2015<5 mins

Poetry

This is basically a compilation of poems, as they come to mind. They will express how I feel about everything that is happening within me and externally...

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From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.

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