Scribbling:
“To love, Self-less!
Filled in itself
Content of its own
Being, overflows
And beyond…
To make love, Self-seeking!
Devoid of its own
Longs to find
Self, in the voids
Of another
Being…”
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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: “Moments, when you cannot get high enough on alcohols but only blood, your own, which you must drai...
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