Black Out Poetry
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Concluida mar, sep 22, 201517m
These are all pieces of blackout poetry that I, myself have worked on. I'm very proud of them and wanted to put them out in the world. If you don't like them please don't send me hate. If you do like them please don't steal them and pass them off as your own. I have worked hard on these.
If you would like to send some of your own pieces in for me to read and/or post please don't be shy to do so and I'll make sure to give you all the credit of your own work.
Also if you want something to read please go and check out my other story called "Now She's Been Noticed". If you like it, that's amazing and thank you for reading it and if you don't well, I'm sorry and I hope you do find a story that you do like.
Thank you for reading my pieces and I hope you like them.
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