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“Without emptiness, there are no dimensions, distances, or lengths; without an extent, there is no distance, path, motion, or relationships.”

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Dejan Stojanovic
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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