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Fragments from The Private Cosmos I


It’s a dream that I walk behind,
an inclination that I accompany,
That has knocked me down, unreservedly.
This is the life I am entitled to.
This is the affair I landed in.
that has deserted me, as if I were destined to.

~ Zara


My imperfections have escorted me to afflictions,
though the scars all over me are badges of survival,
etchings of battles fought silently,
whispers of strength the world will never see,
yet each one has shaped the soul that now endures.

~ Zara



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