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Thu Mar 10, 2022 8:31 pm
Hawinay says...



I will not be particular on the types of poems, or genres. Any poem that you feel is your best, or the one that speaks greatly to your character will be the one I admire the most. New or old, I will take anything that you give to me!
However bittersweet illusions taste, they are still filling and I could only hope to my wildest dreams that I could burden those tastes for you, and you can keep dancing in the artful rain.
  





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Thu Apr 14, 2022 8:22 am
Zenith says...



Hey Hawinay!
I'm looking for some reviews on my poem https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/work/Zenith/When-The-Curtains-Close-153720
If you are free, do stop by.
Thank you :)
Let's just die young or live forever.
  





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Thu Apr 21, 2022 9:42 am
Hawinay says...



Hello! I am so sorry about the late response, I honestly did not receive any notifications about your request! I will jump right on to it 😀
However bittersweet illusions taste, they are still filling and I could only hope to my wildest dreams that I could burden those tastes for you, and you can keep dancing in the artful rain.
  








Did you ever hear the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise? I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you. It's a Sith legend. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midichlorians to create life... He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. He became so powerful... the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. It's ironic he could save others from death, but not himself.
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