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Letters to myself: a diary

Wanderer without a cause

The Poem as Shape

emzidioeuf Uncategorized Feb 10, 2020Feb 10, 2020 1 Minute

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Der suchende vomit ideer, nightmares, petali di mondi lontani.

This blog began as a sort of diary during darker days: I did not want to bother anyone with my pain, so I started writing letters to myself.

Quotes aside, everything on this blog has been written by me:)

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