Across bridges in those
fragments, I make my
own time, unravel unwritten
archives and slowly write
my own history, heroes of
whom no one knows, of
people lost in silence; they
waited just for the one who
never arrived.
fragments, I make my
own time, unravel unwritten
archives and slowly write
my own history, heroes of
whom no one knows, of
people lost in silence; they
waited just for the one who
never arrived.
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