Abstract: A Poetry Book

Abstract: A Poetry Book

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HR: 644 as poetry and 144 as relatable To give you an abstract perception of the world, from a girl who's living in it. This is just a book of random poems I think up. I will most likely give a bit of background to each story, but for more info, check out the prologue.
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Love is Poetry, Poetry is Love. A love for words, and words can turn to Love, and to People in Love. a love story, an angst story, a questioning story, persons with no characterisation, who live in your mind and heart, dreaming in a life of verse, metaphor, symbolism, surrealism, in an attempt to capture what is illusion, what is real. The speaker could be you, your fiancée, your past, your present, your future. Dare you to journey along. [as you well know it is and it will always be, a work in progress, until the knowing winds carry this vital sign away beyond the border. may it keep you company in your lonesome nights, and tiresome days, the cool water that washes away the dust of cares from your chafed lips. do i need to say, © all rights reserved 2017. all portions of the works herein created, presented, its texts, and even its unique structure, should never be appropriated nor reproduced without the expressed, written permission of the author. i am preparing a cherished, dynamic novel for my wattpad friends, something that keeps my mind in a continuous state of pregnancy and gestation it could break water any moment, if i don't have to work to feed my kids, but the writer in me could not be put down, not even by economics. it will accompany this elder child, soon. the cover is a bit, hurried work of art but i am proud of it, and my domestic partner approves, long may she live. Long may you live, dear reader. i am closer to you than you could ever, ever, imagine.] So, it begins, one rain swept night.

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