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-" I know that she's sad.
She feels useless, she's struggling for a purpose.
I am here with her but I became just another one of her failed task.
I..
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So, the whispers
inside my head were right,
these whispers that
seemed like a demon's whim.
I was so into living
a life with a meaning
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Let us hide ourselves from the life outside,
Be with me and let us see the world from behind.
In here, there's nothing we have to hide.
Here whe..
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Chapter 1:Norman Lootfield
Another boring day comes to Norman Lootfield,
a 30-year old employee of Lootfield Publishing House (The House)...
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experimental
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+tirteenth+
The world of pale melodies calms the heart of a wandering faker.
to set aside a mood that brings him back to the mouth of a..
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The unruly mob stopped themselves briefly,
This moment gave enough silence for the pianist to hear her keys clearly.
And as she plays, no one da..
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It's so unwise of you to stay here where I suffer from,
and see the idiocy of my regrets and repetition of my sins.
From where the shadows eat me
w..
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“My love is like a woeful story
Of a soul that weeps ashes.
Tears are long gone dry,
What remains is the burning feeling inside.
My lo..
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This is a poetic dialogue of a character (the pierrot) from a sequence of my story "Fragments of a Comedy".
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