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    Please Don't Touch
    Please Don't Touch
    Please Don't Touch
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    Please Don't Touch

    By Maria Morisot

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    Please Don't Touch is a book of poetry by the artist Moan Lisa, who was writing under the pen name Maria Morisot during the poems' conception. They are poems from the heart, on the subjects of loss, of love, and of letting go.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMaria Morisot
    Release dateJun 12, 2014
    ISBN9781310201455
    Please Don't Touch
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    Maria Morisot

    Maria Morisot has been writing poetry since the late 1990’s and has self-published over 150 chapbooks of her own poetry since the year 2012 when she published her first book of poetry, Please Don’t Touch. She works also as a visual artist under the name Moan Lisa, and has been creating controversy and a stir with art since 2011 when she first took up a brush.

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