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An Empty Vessel

      Try stirring with your golden spoon, the air in the empty vessel you see on the table next to you, Give it a nice taste on your ever-longing tongue, and let it give you goosebumps with its…

What Is There Now?

It’s cold out there, but the skins are burning. The plurality is seeable in this statement, in “skins” not “skin” as multiple…

Undo: The Diary Entry of A Nobody

Whatever hour this may be, in whatever motivation I’m into; allow me to put in motion some thoughts chaining me back. Gracious that person may be, whom I chose to be mine. Somehow a thread ripped apart the entire sweater…