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When the City Speaks - poetry e-book cover

Elendurwen

Published: Apr 17, 2016

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This is a cover for my art + poetry e-book 'When the City Speaks'. It's a collection of my poems with urban theme, along with photos of the objects the poems are about.

You can grab the book on the iBooks or Kindle store.

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Ausland42

Apr 22, 2016

Excellent photo choice. I like the cover.

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