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    I Dreamt of Tapeworms in My Hands: poems for aliens and other lovely creatures
    I Dreamt of Tapeworms in My Hands: poems for aliens and other lovely creatures
    I Dreamt of Tapeworms in My Hands: poems for aliens and other lovely creatures
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    I Dreamt of Tapeworms in My Hands: poems for aliens and other lovely creatures

    By Lindsey Nelmar

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    Sweet, bitter, foolish, and wise; I Dreamt of Tapeworms in My Hands is an emotional observation of a young empath's journey of self discovery and spiritual awakening. Follow years of poetry as the author learns and unlearns new things about herself, the people, and the world around her. This collection of poetry and journal entires explores key

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLindsey Nelmar
    Release dateApr 21, 2021
    ISBN9780578898452
    I Dreamt of Tapeworms in My Hands: poems for aliens and other lovely creatures
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    Lindsey Nelmar

    Lindsey Nelmar is a Chicago based musician, writer, and massage therapist who grew up in northern Indiana. She holds a degree in Relational Communication from DePaul University and is completing her LMT through Chicago's Soma Institute of Clinical Massage.

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