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Dec 2020
In the cold, starlit nights
The eddies of wind whirling me into spirals
And swaying me
Some little, then some more
Taking me farther away from the perfect world  
Away into to a space
Where I can walk UNTOUCHED.
The chariot
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The chariot  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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