When Poetry Hits | Revelation
I once thought love longed
to see me
in a dress - bejeweled; opulent.
To my surprise,
it ached for my bones -
bare; unadorned.
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A journal of sorts. I set this up to help me reminisce my trips to interesting places - whether they're planned adventures or spontaneous escapades. Expect occasional musings as well as poetry when inspiration strikes. I'm looking forward to filling this space with memories. Hop in. :)
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