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Apr 2021
Time is the architect of fate,
fleeting omen, pure phantom
in enchanting light of absence,
and our life the play of love and death,
only love will never die,
because In love no longer ‘thou’ and ‘I’ exist,
only the blossom of sacred unity.
Alexis karpouzos
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Alexis karpouzos  53/M/Athens - Greece
(53/M/Athens - Greece)   
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