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I’ve always love poetry into its every texture and form, and loved writing my own in my teen days. Poetry, visual art, music, ambient movies, and catchy written books have always satisfied my thirstiness of subtle evasion. I myself having particular taste of things, while I have never found the specific community so as for me to adhere, I have found my joy and happiness into ‘The arts’.
Spilled ink
Flower buds
Spilled from ink,
And from my heart
Grows out flowery words
Like beauty stirs into the day
So does ink upon my sheet