Sometimes I see, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes our song appears in my mind.
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A hideout of an opened heartbeat
Sometimes I see, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes our song appears in my mind.
Read MoreThere were nights so long and so empty that were filled with cigarette smokes and blank stares into the skybox of my balcony. This poem was noted down in nights like them.
Read More‘A Time of Reminiscence’ – A short poem about the people of amnesia and anxiety.
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