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Work #4 : (poems I've written myself) you haven't read her poetry until you feel her words still rattling in your head for days. because her poetry will always kill a little bit of you as you read. her words are bullets to the heart, you can't help but bleed long after she's gone. & death is to those who choke up on them and feel it clawing up the back of their throats as they try so hard not to cry.
Her Poetry
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