Amorphous mind, Cosmic thoughts.
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'If only the world knew; what we hide within ourselves,
the definite definitions of our spoken words and actions.
if only the world knew, that we are a painting of colours which they never knew,
if only the world knew, that we are born to be something new.' -Sakina Lace.
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A original collection of poems on different topics and ideas. Because, Each day is new, a new day brings new thoughts, and thoughts can't be tamed.
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