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Echoes of soul

A portrait of solitude

By The page turner Published 4 years ago • 1 min read

I fall asleep slowly and slowly my eyes as they shut the tears as they fell the screams that I hear the tears are real

in dream I see , I see a man glare but so exquisite that I ask myself is he real? the man comes near and says repent my dear.

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    Written by The page turner