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Autumn is turning yellowed with foliage.

We are burning in this chaos, burning, burning, burning.

The buns are not so much now, / having sprouted green-blue stubble. / The man is just as much now,…

My summer has flown by. The sun is not enough for me.

My father died 62 years ago and I still feel his absence.

I flap my wing - I delve into my thoughts. / I will read all your thoughts. / Scraps of…

Do you believe in stars?

Supportment of flower

Disasters in the world today.

There is a colossal ship in my golden state from outer spce, sometimes it visit me in dreams, take me…

A whimsical adventure under the sun.

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The time has come to say goodbye.

where do we go from here as a human race?

Currently, she is not taking any medication. She can speak a little but feel everything. Her legs are festering, ants…

Innocence of Black boys erased

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Partivano tutti portandosi dentro i pensieri del mondo, tenevano il conto dei passi tra i denti battendoli in terra. Che…

The place we’ve never visited / in the time we’ll never spend / the aim of the tools at hand…

It all feels good now. These wanderings, these touches, these ugly faces-these moments! Our kisses and souls are so young…