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Stepping Forward
Finally stepped out of the fortress to enter the grounds, it wasn’t easy to march forward with so many hounds, to tackle them dangers,...
‘Bag-aged’
You play in the park under the sun, all you think about is carrying the fun, far away the flight catches you, inside those are demons...
Utopic Illusions of a Baby
Rain drops scatter my imaginations around the blades of the windmill, they slowly churn away the wind as they sway away under their...
A poetry blog, for the not so poet in you
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