Flowers From The Old Tree
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Last published Mon, Jan 22, 2018
'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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