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    Sunburn

    By Maria Morisot

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    A mixture of some different styles of poetry, largely and loosely centering on the subject of religion and the muse; love and despair, hopelessness and redemption. Another in a long series of such books by the author. She paints the world she sees through her imaginative eyes for you, the reader.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMaria Morisot
    Release dateJun 30, 2014
    ISBN9781310652189
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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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