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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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