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Watch your words…

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English Poetry

Hey stranger

Hey stranger. I saw you only three days ago. Yet it feels like at least thrice as much. We talk on the phone. Via messenger. So do not feel that I complain about that. In fact I am glad. It seems productivity takes space as well as closeness. And my creative well is flowing over. […]

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Seeing for the most part is not truly seeing

Seeing for the most part is not truly seeing. Every day my eyes are covered by a filter. It is called routine. Determination. Getting from A to B. Not deviating to look left or right. Efficiency equals tunnel vision. But sometimes, though rarely, the shutters go up. Which permits life to get to me. Touch […]