It became clear to me recently that I can't seem to stop writing poetry. Its too much of an outlet for me to express myself. I do know that this story is finished, the fiction is complete. So whats left to write? I've always written concealed in the shadows, where every written line is tangled in mystery. I've decided to step out of the shadows and write all my poems now from a real perspective. No more cryptic text, mysteries, or emotions hidden within a fictitious world. Nothing but raw, real words, still very much pulled from my heart and soul.
Thus book III: The Real has been born!
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