A conglomerate of chopped logs,
An incredible amount of ink,
Wisdom spasms in the face of man,
The ghostly echo of your cries now physically hurt,
Millions of millions,
only couple of thousands,
What is the point of it now,
If everything is packed in a one-sized fit all package?
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Author:
Niko Papadatos (
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