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4d
Alone I drifted past the reach of men,
A soul unbound from where or when.
No path, no name, no guiding flame—
Yet in the fire’s wake, my thoughts stood still,
And quiet became the crown of pain.

- Niko Randeni
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Niko Randeni  27/M/London, UK
(27/M/London, UK)   
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