To Cope with GriefA Poem by Theodore VelvetWhen I dieAfter I die, here is a plan Burn every word ever I wrote For all of us emerge as aught But if you must reminisce, remember the bad times only © 2015 Theodore VelvetFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTheodore VelvetMontgomery, NYAboutTheodore Velvet is an aspiring new writer. His talents include reading, writing, and giving a f**k. His work is for those who care to take a journey within themselves and find the darkest substa.. more..Writing
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