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traces of being
I really have no name    "Through a foggy window in the rain ― When you thought no one was watching ― Going through your memories like so many prisons to …
Eternal Threshold
Space    Half martian from some binary planet unknown. Poems here are inspired by the stories shared by people around me. (c) ET

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