Help me, for canvas imprisoned here, A respite too short for crowds near, Mine art is subtle, if not to…
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A single sweat became rain and she was running towards herself. There was no mention of word, nor call, nor…
And She
And She was, And She fought, And She walked, And She slept, And She dreamt, And She woke, And She…
Her Realisation
All the illusions at waiting glass, The road in steady wait at last, In sounds new the concrete slab, The…
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