Spiritual Abyss
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Last published Sun, Nov 18, 2018
Words , as harsh and sharp as swords, can piece the mind and the soul. Poetry, a whole spiritual universe, effervescent and full of mythical beauty. The consolation a bleeding soul, a bleeding heart....
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