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Verses Undone (Book Cover) by KeepYourGoodHeart Verses Undone (Book Cover) by KeepYourGoodHeart
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Verses Undone (Book Cover) by KeepYourGoodHeart

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This is the book cover for my free mini poetry book called "Verses Undone." All the poems are listed below for your convenience. If you like this small collection of poems please consider supporting my writing by purchasing my paid poetry book which contains nearly a hundred original poems that have not been previously published. Please visit my website for more information.


Take a roller coaster ride inside of the human heart with this short collection of 15 poems dealing with everything from love and romance to death to anger to friendship and beyond. Written in both free verse and fixed verse format, these poems will not only touch your emotions but they will also motivate you think.

:bulletred: Love of a Soldier
:bulletblue: The Secret
:bulletorange: Once Lovedr
:bulletred: I Hate
:bulletblue: From Life To Death
:bulletorange: Calling All Scumbags
:bulletred: Murderous Poem
:bulletblue: Insanity
:bulletorange: Shackles of Love
:bulletred: Until the End of Time
:bulletblue: The Promise
:bulletorange: The Complete Unknown
:bulletred: Dear Father
:bulletblue: The Red
:bulletorange: My Best Friend
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