Flowers From The Old Tree
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'I open my eyes more often to see beautiful things in ugly things because nowadays no one is appreciating the beauty in the ugliness.'
This collection of poems is a pile of papers that were lost and mostly ripped off, i could really relate to them. I found them and i found myself too.
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