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“Art is apotheosis; Often, the complaint of beauty.”

Quote by Dejan Stojanovic

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Dejan Stojanovic

Dejan Stojanovic, born on March 11, 1959, is a Serbian poet known for his profound emotions and unique style in his poetry, which has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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