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People aren't born sad.We make them that way.
This poetry collection was stunning. This is easily one of my favorite books of poetry I've read this year, or in many years, and it's made me so eager to read more of Nikita Gill's works. The cadence is stunning; in a world of contemporary poets who create their own formats (which there's nothing wrong with, don't get me wrong), Nikita manages to stick to something a little more familiar and classic while still offering her own spin. It's executed brilliantly. There are a lot of difficult topics within these pages but they're delicately balanced with reassurances and optimism that I so desperately needed, and I know many of you do, too, even if you don't know how badly you do.
Keep your tales abouta hideous villain named Hades,when my King has the eyes of a storm,a wicked smile fashionedfrom both hurricane and a nebula burstingand I gave my heart to him willingly.
Even a lion will think all it is worthis a circus cage and a whip for a homeif that is all it has ever known.
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