"When speechless a mouth, willing hand it writes , stories unheard, so quaint, the beady stars assemble in hopeful Mind, and in mysterious vault of skies,connecting in Alchemy, the expecting to my Lord."
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Then I wake up.after A torturing Dream,back to you: One beat to the favor of truth that I need forever. There are queries that a few hu...
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' Flying from a world' is intended to write, in means of an escape, from burdensome Life, One will think about a potent, high life,...
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