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The Lunchtime Poet
Just an artist that loves his wife and writes to see her smile and BTW **ALL RIGHTS RESERVED**
Ákos Domonyi
25/M/Hungary    A night time snowstorm, the strum of a guitar string, unending dreams, the smell of freshly used ink. "Do not hide your flaws, your cracks, …
Marie Darling
Neverland    I never thought I'd be good at writing poetry but I guess I am. So yeah. Go you boo!

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