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Discover her Story

She was like a book Found, Held deep within Antiqued parchments Inks impressed Illuminated scripts. Stories authored Expressive, And finely bound With gilded accents Embossed with filigrees Dignified exquisiteness. So subtlety Tinged, Self published By her own discretion Chapters enumerated

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Yo. Read some Poe.

Yo. Read some Poe. Does anyone really read Poetry anymore? We amp-up all info-rushed in blinking blurs of tapping texts of obscured austerities upon our digitized screens. What of the classics, the poets of all-time? Whose stage-showed verbiage taught the

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Breathe Words

I breathe words. To read is to inhale. To write is to exhale. Gone are the days, of holding my breath. ~ an EWK Poe’em   ©2016 EWK

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