• Изписано в душата
  
• New Identity
  So close and so far away From all the dreams and the reality We go, we fade to the grey To form a ne...
• The Song of the Sobbing Scribbler
  To write is just a joke (or so I've heard) You scribble for nothing all day. For whom? To this day I...
• Hand in the Sky
  Dreaming silently, watching the stars I scheme around them… My right hand is reaching the sky… I don...

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