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In the shadowed depths of our mind, these poems trace a raw odyssey-from the first sting of pain to the defiant glow of self-reclamation. Stalin’s steady counsel clashes with Edgar’s furious truths, as vultures circle despair, rants echo in dark alleys, and hands of time weave fractured pieces into symphonies of resilience.
These verses emerge from the ache of memory, the stubbornness of hope, the lingering echo of things barely said, and moments that refuse neat conclusions. This collection belongs to a mind that observes sharply and a heart that feels without apology—offering poems that don’t ask for answers, only attention. These pieces are not meant to impress or explain; they exist simply to be felt. This book is what each one of us aspires to be—open, thoughtful, and unafraid to sit with emotion.







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