My soul is attached to the place of nothingness. It is devoid of life and death; it's where my mind departs to when the marrows of poetry devour my existence.
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Feb 17, 2026 09:58AM
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Stories by Angelyn Fe
poetry | civil rebellion.
They shall travel through the purgatory, and sink into the abode of guiltless hypocrisy.
This book is POLITIC...
| october.
How can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves?
This book is a...
| march and phantom.
He is the corpse of my existential avenue, creeping towards a clandestine affair.
| Second Poetry Collection
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