The Poetry: Echoes
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ððððŠð¢ð§ð ð¥ð², ðð¡ð ð«ððð¥ðŠ ðšð ð¥ð¢ðð ð¢ð¬ ð®ð§ðð±ð©ððððð. ðð ð€ððð© ðð¯ðšð¢ðð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¬ ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ð¡ðšð©ð ðð¡ðð ðð¡ðð² ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðð¢ð¬ðð©ð©ððð«, ðð®ð ðð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð² ððšðŠð ððš ðð¡ð ð¬ð®ð«ðððð, ð£ð®ð¬ð ð¥ð¢ð€ð ð ð©ð¥ðð§ð ðð¡ðð ð°ðð¬ ð§ðð¯ðð« ð¬ðšð°ð§. ðð®ð ðð¢ðð§'ð ðð¡ð ð«ðð¢ð§ ðð§ð ð§ð®ðð«ð¢ðð§ðð¬ ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ð¬ðšð¢ð¥ ð¡ðð¯ð ðð¡ðð¢ð« ðšð°ð§ ððððððð¬ ðšð§ ðð¡ðð ð©ð¥ðð§ð?
''ððð ðððððð: ððð¡ðšðð¬" ð¢ð¬ ð ððšð¥ð¥ðððð¢ðšð§ ðšð ð©ðšððŠð¬ ðð¡ðð ððð¥ð¯ðð¬ ð¢ð§ððš ðð¡ð ð¡ððð«ð ðšð ð¥ð¢ðð'ð¬ ð®ð§ððšð«ðð¬ððð§ ðŠðšðŠðð§ðð¬. ðð«ð¢ðððð§ ð¢ð§ ðð§ð ð¥ð¢ð¬ð¡, ðððð¡ ð©ð¢ððð ð«ðð¬ðšð§ðððð¬ ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð ð¬ð¢ð¥ðð§ð ð°ð¡ð¢ð¬ð©ðð«ð¬ ðšð ðð¡ð ð¬ðšð®ð¥, ð«ððð¥ðððð¢ð§ð ðšð§ ðð¡ð ððð¡ðšðð¬ ðšð ðð¡ðšð¢ððð¬ ðŠððð ðð§ð ð©ððð¡ð¬ ððð€ðð§.
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{poetry : completed} "ðŠð² ðŠð¢ð§ð ðð®ð«ð§ð¬ ð²ðšð®ð« ð¥ð¢ðð ð¢ð§ððš ððšð¥ð€ð¥ðšð«ð." in a tiny corner of the world, but in the vast corner of my imagination, this is my paracosmic delusion, something that i've created out of indignant, dejected and euphoric emotions. each word in this book constitutes my delusional nightmares, the ones that i know aren't really there, yet i write about them anyway. this is me, my barest and deepest feelings, and my monstrous thoughts. âŠâŠâŠ {all rights reserved || ©2021, ashe} {published on may 30, 2021} {cover designed by @paracosmic_being} {peace \/}
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