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I’ve traced the pain crawling on her wrists,
and tasted the love waiting on her lips.
And that’s how she made the bitter poet I am,
and I made the sweetest poem she is.

– SeekeRohan

 


My Poetry book Spilled Ink of Love
My novel  Caged : The Price of Pride

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