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What was YOUR favorite NaPo this year?



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Sun May 03, 2015 9:32 am
Nargles says...



NaPo this year was a struggle for. Being in my final year of school and getting a job meant that April flew by super quick for me. My favourite poems of the 19 I wrote I think are #2, #4 and #15.
I went a tad out of my comfort zone this year, which paid off sometimes and didn't other times. If you want to read them, (please do!) there are all here :)
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Pompadour says...



My poetry this year was an incredible mess, but I had fun NaPo-ing--took my mind off revision.

Moi favourites were day two and day 24.

I'm sad that I didn't manage to write anything structured, though. Everything this month was such an overwhelming mass of confusion.... Maybe next year. XP
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Mon May 04, 2015 10:56 am
noninjaes says...



I'm particularly fond of #4
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Sat May 09, 2015 12:46 am
Evander says...



I really like #3. While I'm not afraid of the dark, it is rather comforting.
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