My father was a librarian, he walked with a limp and had a crooked arm. But he isn’t dead like this spirit. This makes 31 Halloween/Horror poems that I have written this month.
Continue ReadingDedicated to: Midnight Drakes.
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Continue ReadingDedicated to: Midnight Drakes, never forget how wonderful you are and never doubt yourself.
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Continue ReadingDedicated to: Midnight Drakes- The beautiful inspiration behind Night and the talented author of The Life That Never Was.
Continue ReadingDedicated to: Midnight Drakes.
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Note: I know this is short, but it’s got what needs to be said!
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