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Poetry
Hey, I'm not a poet. I'm just a castaway who wants to write what inside my head, what actually happens around me. I'm here in the middle of the crowd, but more likely in a valley of this loneliness. Hey, they're calling and knocking. They are my words, dancing over my lung. They want to get out, this mouth still can't open, however. And hey, let me introduce this thingy page to you all. It's the surface of my lung.
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{poetry : completed} "𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞." 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. ✦✦✦ [all rights reserved | ©2021 ] [ cover designed by me ] [ peace \/ ]

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