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The city smelled of Christmas.It's usually always like this in December. He knows how much snow fell, and even though there was barely ten centimeters..
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Is it possible that the magic of the present moment has finally disappeared? The defeated time still consumes itself in me with its burning flames: wi..
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Whom the world of secured Solitude has closed many times; spirit and rule of survival guide you! He is afraid of the dictionaries of Mysterious Faces,..
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The free-thinking, proud-minded soul loses patience. He demands answers to his everyday scandal-ridden squabbles. With a shaken will, he would rather ..
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On the top of Splinter puddles, a tiny tearful-bubble dances with a burst: it weeps itself out in the form of a ball! In my wounded past, this is how ..
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Tell me, my friend? What are you gonna do with the word debris now? The false pretense of promises you've had enough of now?! First you look at your e..
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He usually went to school early in the morning.Since both his father and mother had left for work a long time ago, and since the first class started a..
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I have experienced the unbearable difficulties of being. True, a little after Kundera with a free phrase; perhaps beyond the truer, deserved desires, ..
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Whether it's a cover-up or a public scandal, a tabloid conspiracy, that's what this lying, malevolent world has become. Slimmed-down, plastic-plastici..
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In the crosshairs of time and space, no one has the right to compare me to anyone.Otherwise, I rarely care anymore, because they all acted foolishlyth..
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