Tag: soul
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empty bottles, my apostle.
there is an empty glass bottleon my table andi often stare at it.then, sometimes i wishi could fit inside it.i wish I could shrink on somedaysand become so, so tiny pieceof this rational universe,which possess an inherent order,its own identifyand consciousness. the vastness of my thoughtsoften lingers around the most intangible corners of this heart;i…
Prena Poetry 