Raconteur
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Ongoing18m
Last published Sun, Jul 31, 2016
There are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter.
This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully, there will be some you could relate to. this book consists of poems and excerpts from a book which I may never write.
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"Doesn't everyone want to be adored to the point of poetry?
what woud you, if forced by inspiration say of me? Am I not worth the words?"
-Tyler Knott Gregsoon
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