The Blossoming of Two
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My older poems, mainly in english.
The word "art" is a placeholder. Art is what only exists for the sake of itself, it is devoid of any other purpose. My poetry has stories to tell, it exists to be perceived. Its creation relieves my mind. It has purposes, it is not art.
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