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Poets Dream

Unread and Unfinished. I am a book. You judge my cover and snicker and snort.

But open me up and take a look. ‘Cuz when you see the real me! You would know I’m not the cover. I have a story that’s sad and unforgiving.

The pages are ripped and folded over. But the story and the book stand strong.

All day and all night long.

  • Author: Poets Dream (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 26th, 2022 09:29
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