❝ sometimes home can't be touched,
only felt.❞

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|A U T H O R 'S N O T E|

Greeting, folks! First of all, thank you for choosing my book. Here will be some random collection of my poetry so if you like 'em, don't be shy to vote, comment & share it with your friends. I would love to read your thoughts 'bout this.

I'll purposefully put the "home" word in italic in every poem, so it'll be better understood.

Feel free to dm me, if you find any errors or can't understand something. Have a great day. (;

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|S Y N O P S I S|

Having born in a toxic family Prime rose didn't get the true meaning of home. She realised the home in nature, in various things we can't see or touch. So she wrote twelve poems seeking for those undestined home, she never got.

she didn't see home in them.
she felt at home with them.

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|T I M E L I N E|

started: 04.07.22
finished: tba

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|A C H I V E M E N T|

• First place in Elysian Poetry biweekly contest.

• Winner of CoffeeCommunity 'The Beauty of Time'

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|D I S C L A I M E R|

This is a work of pure fiction, characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is entirely coincidental. Although it's my original work so don't try to copy or steal it without informing the author because it's illegal.

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|C O P Y R I G H T|

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