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  • Unsaid.
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    “ I am drowning in an ocean of unsaid words. ”

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  • Consumed by life
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    I write poetry at night when I exhale sadness and inhale words.This is sorrow hidden in complex descriptions. Poetry is my kind of excrete of sorrow and I hope you find my poison somehow beautiful and readable.

  • Wanderlust
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    Not all those who wander are lost. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien