Poetry from The Heart
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Words written in verse can open up your, heart, soul and mind. They allow you to vent your emotions, describe scenes of beauty or just be an expression of who you really are. I didn't expect to get to the end of my first poetry book, never mind start a second but here we go - part two of my poetic heart.
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