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Zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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metaphor

a grain of salt

Vast is the sea that roams across the planet Earth, covering almost 70 percent of it, splashing lively with life. The skies above me are the beautiful paintings that paints my view with ever-changing yet not mundane patterns, aurora beams... Continue Reading →

Paper Towns

The edifice shrouded the vicinity in paper white structures, I was walking casually through the seeps of the whiteness, getting paper cuts occasionally by accidentally breezing through them. I could not bear but to be curious about the density of... Continue Reading →

Like A Moth

I was flying, aimlessly in the night skies filled with the starry glamours. I did not know what was up there, it was way beyond my reach, tried and tested, like a fool. Shiny objects, especially glaring ones, did capture... Continue Reading →

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