Viktorsha
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Winter in a TincanA Story by ViktorshaWe all come from the water.. I remember you’d whisper it to me every winter. You’d say only a few of us would return back to it. And I did.. |
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neptuneA Poem by ViktorshaIt’s Monday and I’m painted yellow.Friday and your brush still kisses the canvas with the golden flakes of june.And autumn is harvesting o.. |
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water series.A Poem by ViktorshaI visited Triton today but he just turned away and melted into sea foam. Coney Island, too died and won’t return until you do. And you, with you.. |
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I am my only audience.A Story by ViktorshaWaking up to a rainy morning is one of the most dreadful things to manage,I'm wrapped up in spiral under a big white blanket looking like a cocoon. .. |
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Seasons changed, but you didn\'t.A Poem by ViktorshaUnfinished song , still needs a lot of work. |
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The Earth tastes yellow.A Poem by ViktorshaThis is actually a poem made into a song. |
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Rodina.A Story by ViktorshaThe plane is still descending but Ican already hear her whimpering. It's dull and distant but outside of the illuminator the forests are crying out f.. |
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