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I Quote #3

At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Hymn of the ruins.

An ancient landscape, corpses of an entire dynasty, laying its foundation, as green grass washes the forgotten red that once glorified the battle grounds of Hampi, and the beauty is born out of misery, and the pain leads to gratification, the bad becomes good, and over the years, generations of humanity destroyed, breeds again from... Continue Reading →

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