''she lives the poetry she cannot write''
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Stories by ¿ana?
Nothing
A short prose collection about how small the difference between life and death is.
Pieces from something I used to be
Poems made out of shards, put together like pieces from something I used to be, someone that I still have in...
Portraits
A few poems that are supposed to be 'portraits' for the ones who I've loved and who left their footprints on...