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Oct 2017
"..and so I manifested a pigmentation of my own imagination of security and called it love; lost.

And then I drenched deeply the wings of my heart and the feathers of my soul into an empty space of nothingness...

Until nothing became nothing."
Inside a poet: dismantled
Written by
Lucilo  21/Non-binary/KWT
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