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"But my dear, I was the slave of time. The butcher of tragedy. I was there committed to things people called unmatchable world. In a conscious or in a fiction. There will be always the percentage of how society play the role of madness and sanity in the same time. "
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thenumen
F / Indonesia
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Written by
thenumen
F / Indonesia
Published
Aug 19, 2020
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4·51
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#poem#poetry#tragedy#random#words#word
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