Pixel Bound
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مستمرّة<5 min
آخر تحديث: ثلاثاء, يونـ ٤, ٢٠١٩
How do we do it?
Manage to stay connected
and isolated at the same time.
A collection of poems exploring the aches of living in the modern, technology driven world.
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