Biography
I don't like to talk much about myself because at the end everyone knows that only empty vessels resonate the most.
Samples
Now my eyes have known​ what desperation feels like, When at the strike of midnight, I sit alone on the wet damp grass. My eyes crave to see your silhouette walk towards me. The continuous shower of those wasted liquids from the eye, Demand some attention from your words unsaid.
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Blog entries by Pankhudi
The Frog in the Well (07/01/2018)
Please answer (12/11/2017)
Time (30/09/2017)
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