Literary Captain
Author, "Under the canopy of stars" and 'Postcards from Kandbari"
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Don't worry... I will Create a Monastery Of words for you Where You can Meditate and find peace Like monks In Tibet Do.
Every night she slept Thinking that he did not Love her. Every morning She woke up realizing That she was wrong.
you know how to hurt me I know how to hurt you and that is how we love.
after having clipped its wings they stuck its stolid body with a syringe. the wings didn't regrow. it didn't fly.
in deserts most flowers grow. not ironically. deserts of thoughts. flowers of life.
the moment i see her, temporary amnesia from, i suffer. temporarily.
a series of hiatuses for things to get better. is it all life is?
some scars cannot be healed by doctors. by only those who caused them. otherwise they are only exacerbated.
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