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Cryptic Poetry
Poetry and thoughts, many times darkened due the shadows of reality.
Saturday 1 October 2016
The rare, the unique, the utmost beautiful is what the true artist seeks to be inspired and fulfilled - the artist searches for inspiration and fulfillment.
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