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Anisah Khan
@Anisah_Writes · 1:07
And I'm one of them, for sure. I'm probably one of those poets who always rush through my words because I'm wanting the poem to be finished. But, yeah, I really enjoy the way how you spoke the poem and how you narrated it. It gives life to the poem, for sure. So, yeah. Thank you again for inviting me, and I can't wait to hear more of your poetry