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Napoleon Complex

On this table:
maritime objects some draft humanitarian letters
were portraying a picture.
Hanging on the wall, certifications of hells to heavens who knows what is written with dry blood cells and Scottish coal pencils.
Between dawn and dusk, an eye dared to peek out the window, curtain strangle body from falling into exposure.
And complexity turned punctual.
Life or death.
It’s all there is.
So choose to breathe and draw a map of the stars that will…

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I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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Cormoran Lee

Cormoran Lee

I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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