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Hello, so am a new blogger (yeay!). My name is Comfort and am from Malawi, Africa. I write poems under the name Sapphire.

Basically, this is a platform am going to use to share my pieces and see where it goes. At first, i was thinking of blogging about my love for rock music, but then, i thought otherwise.

I am also on a poetry community, allpoetry.com under the username Padparadscha. <3 <3

Anyways, enjoy guys!

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