Poems
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Ongoing7m
Last published Mon, Apr 6, 2020
I'm no poet. I am not a fan of poetry. But sometimes you have those poems in the back of your head, the poems that can sum up your feelings. Sometimes you have poems that don't describe anything, but just came out as a beautiful cluster of words that you managed to glue together. You don't have to be a poet to write good poetry. As long as you get the poetry on paper, then by my standards, you have the potential to be a POET!
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