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ㅤㅤㅤ𑣿 ── ‘ Poetry emerged under
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౨ৎ. one line at a time,
like a slow disintegration of something never meant to be spoken.

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౨ৎ Stories's Poetry : in a dark room, writing a few words silently. whispering warmly about the words that will escape, in the mind so heart. gaps are visible, beautiful sides and there is a dancing piano.

accompanying every word that is seen, as if every word is dancing happily. so beautiful, until the pen runs out, the paper is again seen full of stories ( 15/01 ) ㅤㅤㅤ
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           happy fragments dark
           writing that disappears

Deep crimson flows like quiet royalty — soft yet commanding, warm yet dignified. Elegance that doesn't shout, it simply is.