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Second Dimension By Rais Neza Boneza
Near his table rests a glass of water; Through his window he glances at passersby; He observes and always waits, waits, waits. Bitterness[…]
Near his table rests a glass of water; Through his window he glances at passersby; He observes and always waits, waits, waits. Bitterness[…]