My soul is attached to the place of nothingness. It is devoid of life and death; it's where my mind departs to when the marrows of poetry devour my existence.
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angelynfe
Jul 29, 2025 03:53PM
I planted a flower on the 19th chapter of my book titled 'october'. Read here — https://www.wattpad.com/story/226877172The journey through my third poetry collection is drawing to a close, and from...View all Conversations
Stories by Angelyn Fe
| october.
How can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves?
This book is a...
| march and phantom.
He is the corpse of my existential avenue, creeping towards a clandestine affair.
| Second Poetry Collection
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| fifteenth of may.
Memories fade like dust in the wind. Like leaves drifting away. . . falling to the tranquil river.
| First Po...