Scribbling:
“Insecurity devours like termites
The night weeps, passing by
Ruins of a hollow man.”
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“Free fall, into an abyss, he imagined and bent himself. He imagined falling down and down, till he reaches end of it, end of darkness,... -
"The night was young and he was drunk, wandering in the darkness, looking for North Star to position him at the edge, to save him f...
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Scribbling: Tragedy of Wanderer - “For most of moments he ended up talking to himself, his own mind and heart, working in tandem, creat...
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